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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!

Arthur Rimbaud

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Criticism Judgement Proper
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
True life is elsewhere.
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Life One Liner True
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
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
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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Expression Myself Silence Understand Voice
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 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
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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Believe Hell Myself
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
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
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Mindset Moral Weakness
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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Blood Burn Dreams Heart Myself Soft Time Tree
And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.
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Alive Believe Forever Hell Man Myself True
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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Death Devotion Earth Love Myself
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

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