The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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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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True life is elsewhere.
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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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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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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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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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