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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.

O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.

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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Myself Sky Under
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Beautiful Bitter Evening Myself Taste
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Mindset Moral Weakness
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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Burn Dreams Inspirational Myself One Liner Soft
My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Compare Myself Wait Wisdom
Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Eternity Forever Nature Sea Sun
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Blood Break Heart Lying Myself
Faith assuages, guides, restores.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Faith Guide One Liner Restore
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Unknown Wait Yourself
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Hard Time Philosophy Suffering Wisdom
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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Dreams Man Myself Poem Sea Time
It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Body Break Human Mad Soft Voice
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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Dance Gold Myself Rope Star Window
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Monster Problem Soul Transformation
Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Body Death Existence Kill Strength Weakness Yourself

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