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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDLife is the farce we are all forced to endure.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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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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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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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 understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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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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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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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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