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-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.

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Arthur Rimbaud
Age: 37 †
Born: 1854
Born: October 20
Died: 1891
Died: November 10
Arms Trader
Explorer
Poet
World Traveler
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Jean Nicholas Arthur Rimbaud
Asleep
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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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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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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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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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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.
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Hay que ser absolutamente Moderno
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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Misfortune was my god.
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