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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

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

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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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Body Break Human Mad Soft Voice
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
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Alcohol Bitter Love Poetry Strong
It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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Faith Guide One Liner Restore
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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Bitter Cry Heart Broken Moon Myself Sun True
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
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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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
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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