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

Arthur Rimbaud

True life is elsewhere.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Life One Liner True
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
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Beautiful Bitter Evening Myself Taste
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Himself Pain Poet
I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
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Action Brain Fate Force Happiness Life Moral Waste Way Weakness
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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Acceptance Glory Night Patience Reality Strength Tender
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
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?
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Admire Blood Evil Heart Image Monster 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
What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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Courage Death Love Myself Old
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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Forever Yourself
O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Enchantment Flaw Myself Season Soul
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Mindset Moral Weakness
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Life One Liner Performance

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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