You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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True life is elsewhere.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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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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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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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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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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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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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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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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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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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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