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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - 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?

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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Courage Death Love Myself Old
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
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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Death Devotion Earth Love Myself
Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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Burn Dreams Inspirational Myself One Liner Soft
Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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Eternity Forever Nature Sea Sun
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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True life is elsewhere.
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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Creativity Memories Nourish Yourself
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
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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Animal Consumption Himself Leaves Myself Wolf
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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Beautiful Bitter Evening Myself Taste

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