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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - 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.

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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Courage Death Love Myself Old
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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Blood Break Heart Lying Myself
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
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Blood Burn Dreams Heart Myself Soft Time Tree
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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Believe Hell Myself
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
Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Kiss Light Rise Sea
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
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 could never throw Love out of the window.
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Love Myself Window
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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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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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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Myself Thinking Wrong
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
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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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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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
Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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Faith Guide One Liner Restore
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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