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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

Arthur Rimbaud

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Himself Imitation Mad Man Weird
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Divine Key Knowledge Love
I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Love Myself Window
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
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Guide Leadership Myself Ocean River
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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Creativity Formula Impulse Memories Nourish True
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
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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Feeling Life Lips Small Yourself
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
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Unknown Wait 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
I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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Misfortune Parents Religion Slave Yourself
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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Death Devotion Earth Love Myself
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Life True World
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
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Mindset Moral Weakness
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
It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Beginning Myself Night Research Silence
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Alcohol Bitter Love Poetry Strong
In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Appearance Children Fashion Greatness
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
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
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

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