I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIdle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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What is my nothingness to the stupor 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.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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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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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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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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Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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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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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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