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Morality is the weakness of the mind.

Arthur Rimbaud

Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
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Action Brain Fate Force Happiness Life Moral Waste Way Weakness
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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Celebration Heart Life Myself Open Remember Wine
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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Freedom Happiness Naked See Sex
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
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Divine Key Knowledge Love
It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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Myself Thinking Wrong
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
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
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Life Myself Sensitive Wasted Time Youth
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
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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Blood Break Heart Lying Myself
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Hard Time Philosophy Suffering Wisdom
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Unknown Wait Yourself

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