True life is elsewhere.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIn the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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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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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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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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Yet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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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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Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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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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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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