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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

Arthur Rimbaud

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Myself Sky Under
The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
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Himself Journey Poet Poison Travel
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?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Admire Blood Evil Heart Image Monster Myself
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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Death Devotion Earth Love Myself
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
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
As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Care Myself Philosophy
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Life Myself Sensitive Wasted Time Youth
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Life One Liner Performance
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Mindset Moral Weakness
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Himself Imitation Mad Man Weird
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
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
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Expression Myself Silence Understand Voice

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

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