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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

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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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Bitter Cry Heart Broken Moon Myself Sun True
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
And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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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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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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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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Beautiful Bitter Evening Myself Taste
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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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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Admire Blood Evil Heart Image Monster Myself
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
What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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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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Animal Consumption Himself Leaves Myself Wolf
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Kiss Light Rise Sea

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