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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIs it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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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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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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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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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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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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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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