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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?

Arthur Rimbaud

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
I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Love Myself Window
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Unknown Wait Yourself
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
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
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
True life is elsewhere.
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Life One Liner True
My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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Compare Myself Wait Wisdom
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
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
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
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
It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Beginning Myself Night Research Silence
And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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Faith God Greatness Love Man Philosophy
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Guide Leadership Myself Ocean River

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