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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.

Arthur Rimbaud

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
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
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Life Myself Sensitive Wasted Time Youth
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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God Myself Ocean Tears
Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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Freedom Happiness Naked See Sex
And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.
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Alive Believe Forever Hell Man Myself True
My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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Compare Myself Wait Wisdom
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
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
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Unknown Wait Yourself
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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Celebration Heart Life Myself Open Remember Wine
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
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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Action Brain Fate Force Happiness Life Moral Waste Way Weakness
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
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Guide Leadership Myself Ocean River

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.

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