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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

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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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Dreams Man Myself Poem Sea Time
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
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Myself Name Night Poet Record Silence Writing
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
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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Burn Dreams Inspirational Myself One Liner Soft
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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Death Devotion Earth Love Myself
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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God Myself Ocean Tears
I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Love Myself Window
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
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
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
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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Endurance Force Life
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
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 a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Life True World
As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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