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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.

Arthur Rimbaud

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
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Love Myself Window
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
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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Burn Dreams Inspirational Myself One Liner Soft
And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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Faith God Greatness Love Man Philosophy
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
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
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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Enchantment Flaw Myself Season Soul
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Alone Himself Key Possession
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Appearance Children Fashion Greatness
To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
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Admire Blood Evil Heart Image Monster Myself
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Life Myself Sensitive Wasted Time Youth
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Hard Time Philosophy Suffering Wisdom
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Life True World

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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