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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

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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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