Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?

Arthur Rimbaud
I was walking along, hands in holey pockets; my overcoat also was entering the realms of the ideal.

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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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I went out under the sky, Muse! And I was your vassal.

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O seasons, O châteaux,
What soul is without flaws?

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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 have seen the sunset, stained with mystic horrors,
Illumine the rolling waves with long purple forms,
Like actors in ancient plays.

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Lighter than a cork I danced on the waves.

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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!

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I have bathed in the Poem of the Sea, steeped in stars, and milky, devouring the green azures.

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I long for Europe of the ancient parapets.

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I! I who fashioned myself a sorcerer or an angel, who dispensed with all morality, I have come back to earth.

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I have seen the sun set, stained with mystic horrors, illuminating the long violet [blood-] clots, just like actors in very ancient plays.

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Sweeter than apples to children
The green water spurted through my pine-wood hull.

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I have seen starry archipelagos! And islands
Whose raving skies are opened to the voyager:
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep, in exile,
A million golden birds, O future Vigor?

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I say one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet makes himself a seer by an immense, long, deliberate derangement of all the senses.

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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.

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