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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

Arthur Rimbaud

I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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Misfortune Parents Religion Slave Yourself
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
True life is elsewhere.
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Life One Liner True
As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Care Myself Philosophy
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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Affection Burn Delight Earth Heart Life Love Sun
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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Eternity Forever Nature Sea Sun
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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Dance Gold Myself Rope Star Window
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Life True World
My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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Compare Myself Wait Wisdom
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Kiss Light Rise Sea
Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
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Body Death Existence Kill Strength Weakness Yourself
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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Myself Night Silence Stand Word World Writing
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 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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Dreams Man Myself Poem Sea Time

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

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