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  • #1
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “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.”
    Arthur Rimbaud, Complete Works

  • #2
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “I is another.”
    Arthur Rimbaud

  • #3
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.”
    Arthur Rimbaud

  • #4
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “I is another. If the brass wakes the trumpet, it’s not its fault. That’s obvious to me: I witness the unfolding of my own thought: I watch it, I hear it: I make a stroke with the bow: the symphony begins in the depths, or springs with a bound onto the stage.

    If the old imbeciles hadn’t discovered only the false significance of Self, we wouldn’t have to now sweep away those millions of skeletons which have been piling up the products of their one-eyed intellect since time immemorial, and claiming themselves to be their authors!”
    Arthur Rimbaud

  • #5
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “True life is elsewhere”
    Arthur Rimbaud

  • #6
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “What am I doing here?”
    Arthur Rimbaud

  • #7
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “It is found again.
    What? Eternity.
    It is the sea
    Gone with the sun.”
    Arthur Rimbaud, آرتور رامبو: الآثار الشعرية

  • #8
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “Come back, come back, dear friend, only friend, come back. I promise to be good.
    If I was short with you, I was either kidding or just being stubborn; I regret all this more than I can express. Come back and all is forgotten. It is unbearable to think you took my joke seriously. I have been crying for two days straight. Come back. Be brave, dear friend. All is not lost. You only need to come back. We will live here once again, bravely, patiently. I’m begging you. You know it is for your own good. Come back, all of your things are here. I hope you now know that our last conversation wasn’t real. That awful moment. But you, when I waved to you to get off the boat, why didn’t you come? To have lived together for two years and to have come to that! What will you do? If you don’t want to come back here, would you want me to come to you?

    Yes, I was wrong.

    Tell me you haven’t forgotten me.

    You couldn’t.

    I always have you with me.

    Listen, tell me: should we not live together anymore?
    Be brave. Write immediately.
    I can’t stay here much longer.
    Listen to your heart.
    Now, tell me if I should come join you.
    My life is yours.”
    Arthur Rimbaud, I Promise to Be Good: The Letters of Arthur Rimbaud

  • #9
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.”
    Arthur Rimbaud

  • #10
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “But to explore the invisible and to hear the unheard are very different from reviving the dead: Baudelaire is therefore first among seers, the king of poets, a true God.”
    Arthur Rimbaud

  • #11
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “Hatırladığım kadarıyla, vaktiyle, hayatım bir şölendi, tüm gönüllerin açıldığı, tüm şarapların aktığı bir şölen.
    Bir akşam, Güzelliği dizlerimin üstüne oturttum. -Ve onu çok acı buldum.- Ve sövdüm ona.
    Adalete karşı önlem aldım.
    Kaçtım uzaklara. Ey büyücüler, ey sefillik, ey kin, hazinem size emanet!
    Kafamdaki tüm insani umutları yok etmeyi başardım. Her sevincin üstüne sıçradım bir vahşi hayvan gibi boğmaz için.
    Yanıma cellatlar çağırdım, ölürken, tüfeklerinin dipçiklerini ısırayım diye. Belalar çağırdım, kumla, kanla beni boğsunlar diye. Mutsuzluk ilahım oldu. Çamura uzandım boylu boyuna. Cinayet havasıyla kurulandım. Ve nice oyunlar oynadım delicesine.
    Ve ilkbahar getirdi bana budalalığın ürkütücü gülümsemesini.”
    Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell

  • #12
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #13
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Invisible things are the only realities.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, Loss of Breath

  • #14
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Stupidity is a talent for misconception.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #15
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore...”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

  • #16
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Art is to look at not to criticize.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #17
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea,
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #18
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I have been happy, though in a dream.
    I have been happy-and I love the theme:
    Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life
    As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #19
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #20
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love-
    I and my Annabel Lee;
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsman came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me-
    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we-
    Of many far wiser than we-
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea,
    In her tomb by the sounding sea."

    "It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love-
    I and my Annabel Lee;
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsman came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me-
    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we-
    Of many far wiser than we-
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea,
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #21
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #22
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music, without the idea, is simply music; the idea, without the music, is prose, from its very definitiveness.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #23
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Sensations are the great things, after all. Should you ever be drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations; they will be worth to you ten guineas a sheet.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket and Related Tales

  • #24
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “We grew in age - and love - together
    Roaming the forest, and the wild;
    My breast her shield in wintry weather -
    And, when the friendly sunshine smil'd,
    And she would mark the opening skies,
    I saw no Heaven - but in her eyes.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Complete Poetry

  • #25
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream...
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #26
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
    Is a world of sweets and sours;
    Our flowers are merely - flowers,
    And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
    Is the sunshine of ours.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, Selected Stories and Poems

  • #27
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams”
    Edgar Allan Poe, Annabel Lee

  • #28
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I smiled,—for what had I to fear?”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Writings

  • #29
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “There are few persons who have not, at some period of their lives, amused themselves in retracing the steps by which particular conclusions of their own minds have been attained. The occupation is often full of interest and he who attempts it for the first time is astonished by the apparently illimitable distance and incoherence between the starting-point and the goal.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Murders in the Rue Morgue

  • #30
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I saw no heaven — but in her eyes.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Complete Poetry



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