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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

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
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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Believe Hell Myself
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Mindset Moral Weakness
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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Forever 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 shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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God Myself Ocean Tears
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
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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Dance Gold Myself Rope Star Window
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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Beautiful Bitter Evening Myself Taste
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
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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Celebration Heart Life Myself Open Remember Wine
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Life True World
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Alcohol Bitter Love Poetry Strong
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
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius

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

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