I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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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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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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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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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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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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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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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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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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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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