Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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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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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
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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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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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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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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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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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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
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