Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDLife is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYou feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYour memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDBut, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDStronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity is the sun mixed with 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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDO seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDRomanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDMy wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA 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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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