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I could never throw Love out of the window.

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
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.
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Alive Believe Forever Hell Man Myself True
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Mindset Moral Weakness
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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Body Break Human Mad Soft Voice
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
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Alone Himself Key Possession
As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Care Myself Philosophy
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
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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Himself Journey Poet Poison Travel
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
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
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
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Unknown Wait Yourself
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

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