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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

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

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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Night Sleep Yourself
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Blood Break Heart Lying Myself
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
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Freedom Happiness Naked See Sex
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
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
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Life One Liner Performance
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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Myself Night Silence Stand Word World Writing
I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Love Myself Window
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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Believe Hell Myself
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
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
In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Appearance Children Fashion Greatness
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Mindset Moral Weakness
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Kiss Light Rise Sea

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