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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses

Arthur Rimbaud

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Arthur Rimbaud
Age: 37 †
Born: 1854
Born: October 20
Died: 1891
Died: November 10
Arms Trader
Explorer
Poet
World Traveler
Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud
Jean Nicholas Arthur Rimbaud
Painstaking
Seer
Seers
Vast
Senses
Poet
Makes
Long
Derangement

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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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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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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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. . . be absolute moderne.
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!
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I invented the colors of the vowels!--A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green--I made rules for the form and movement of each consonant, and, and with instinctive rhythms, I flattered myself that I had created a poetic language accessible, some day, to all the senses.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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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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-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.
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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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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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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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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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Misfortune was my god.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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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.
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Je est un autre. (I is someone else).
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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