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

Arthur Rimbaud

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Beginning Myself Night Research Silence
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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Bitter Cry Heart Broken Moon Myself Sun True
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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Believe Hell Myself
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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Myself Night Silence Stand Word World Writing
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Myself Name Night Poet Record Silence Writing
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
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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Body Death Existence Kill Strength Weakness 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
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Criticism Judgement Proper
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Alone Himself Key Possession
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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Affection Burn Delight Earth Heart Life Love 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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Alive Believe Forever Hell Man Myself True
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Divine Key Knowledge Love

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

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