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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

Arthur Rimbaud

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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Celebration Heart Life Myself Open Remember Wine
And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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Faith God Greatness Love Man Philosophy
It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Beginning Myself Night Research Silence
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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Himself Journey Poet Poison Travel
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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Blood Burn Dreams Heart Myself Soft Time Tree
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Divine Key Knowledge Love
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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Bitter Cry Heart Broken Moon Myself Sun True
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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Best Country Drink Hate Myself Sleep
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Life One Liner Performance
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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Alive Believe Forever Hell Man Myself True
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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Endurance Force Life
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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Creativity Formula Impulse Memories Nourish True
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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Myself Night Silence Stand Word World Writing
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

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