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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.

Arthur Rimbaud

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
Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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Faith Guide One Liner Restore
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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Freedom Happiness Naked See Sex
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
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Life One Liner Performance
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
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 a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Life True World
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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Feeling Life Lips Small Yourself
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
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
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Alcohol Bitter Love Poetry Strong
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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Celebration Heart Life Myself Open Remember Wine
What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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Courage Death Love Myself Old

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