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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.

Arthur Rimbaud

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Himself Imitation Mad Man Weird
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
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
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Guide Leadership Myself Ocean River
I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
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Action Brain Fate Force Happiness Life Moral Waste Way Weakness
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Kiss Light Rise Sea
Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
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Best Country Drink Hate Myself Sleep
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
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
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Blood Burn Dreams Heart Myself Soft Time Tree
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
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
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
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
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Divine Key Knowledge Love

As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.

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