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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

Arthur Rimbaud

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
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
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
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Life One Liner Performance
I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Love Myself Window
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
Yet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.
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Acceptance Glory Night Patience Reality Strength Tender
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
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
O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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Enchantment Flaw Myself Season Soul
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
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
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
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
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

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

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