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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.

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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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Bitter Cry Heart Broken Moon Myself Sun True
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
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
Yet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.
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Acceptance Glory Night Patience Reality Strength Tender
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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God Myself Ocean Tears
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
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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Forever Yourself
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Alone Himself Key Possession
I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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Misfortune Parents Religion Slave Yourself
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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Endurance Force Life
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Myself Name Night Poet Record Silence Writing
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Himself Imitation Mad Man Weird
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Life Myself Sensitive Wasted Time Youth
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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Blood Break Heart Lying Myself
It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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Body Break Human Mad Soft Voice
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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Expression Myself Silence Understand Voice

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