I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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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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Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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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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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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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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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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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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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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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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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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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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