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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.

Arthur Rimbaud

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
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
What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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Courage Death Love Myself Old
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
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
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Mindset Moral Weakness
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
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.
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Alive Believe Forever Hell Man Myself True
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
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
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Alcohol Bitter Love Poetry Strong
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
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Kiss Light Rise Sea
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
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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Blood Break Heart Lying Myself

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