In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDFaith assuages, guides, restores.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDFaith assuages, guides, restores.
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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI 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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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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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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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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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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIdle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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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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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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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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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOnly divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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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?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTo 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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