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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

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Yet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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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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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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