The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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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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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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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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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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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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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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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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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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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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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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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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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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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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