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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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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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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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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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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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True life is elsewhere.
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