Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAs for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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True life is elsewhere.
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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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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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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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