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There is only beauty / and it has only one perfect expression / poetry. All the rest is a lie /except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind, friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul.

Stephane Mallarme

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Stephane Mallarme
Age: 56 †
Born: 1842
Born: March 18
Died: 1898
Died: September 9
Art Critic
High School Teacher
Illustrator
Literary Critic
Poet
Translator
Writer
Paris
France
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