The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd 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.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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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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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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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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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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True life is elsewhere.
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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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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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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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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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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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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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