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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.

Arthur Rimbaud

Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
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
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself
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
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Unknown Wait Yourself
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Guide Leadership Myself Ocean River
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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God Myself Ocean Tears
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
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
O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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Enchantment Flaw Myself Season Soul
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
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
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
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

True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.

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