The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTrue alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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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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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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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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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
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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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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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True life is elsewhere.
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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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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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