Occupation: Poet Birth: October 20, 1854 Death: November 10, 1891
No one's serious at seventeen..
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge..
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her..
All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dar….
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life..
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?.
It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human..
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….
Hay que ser absolutamente Moderno.
I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals,….
What am I doing here?.
I'm intact, and I don't give a damn..
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen..
For a long time I found the celebrities of modern painting and poetry ridiculous. I loved absurd pictures, fanlights, stage scenery, mountebanks bac….
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed..
In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels..
What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!.
Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach..
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own..
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.