What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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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 could never throw Love out of the window.
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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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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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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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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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True life is elsewhere.
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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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