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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!

Arthur Rimbaud

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Kiss Light Rise Sea
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Alcohol Bitter Love Poetry Strong
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Mindset Moral Weakness
The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
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Himself Journey Poet Poison Travel
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
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Dreams Man Myself Poem Sea Time
It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Beginning Myself Night Research Silence
O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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Enchantment Flaw Myself Season Soul
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Life True World
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Life Myself Sensitive Wasted Time Youth
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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Beautiful Bitter Evening Myself Taste
It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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Body Break Human Mad Soft Voice
And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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Faith God Greatness Love Man Philosophy

And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!

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