It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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True life is elsewhere.
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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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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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