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Arthur Rimbaud - Barbarian
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Long after the days and the seasons, and people and countries. 
The banner of raw meat against the silk of seas and arctic flowers; 
(they do not exist). Recovered from the old fanfares of heroism,-- 
which still attack the heart and head,-- far from the old assassins. 
-- Oh! the banner of raw meat against the silk of seas and arctic flowers; 
(they do not exist).-- Bliss! Live embers raining in gusts of frost.-- 
Bliss!-- fires in the rain of the wind of diamonds
flung out by the earth`s heart eternally carbonized for us.
-- O world! (Far from the old retreats and the old flames, still heard, still felt.) 
Fire and foam. Magic, veering of chasms and clash of icicles against the stars. 
O bliss, O world, O music! And forms, sweat, eyes 
and long hair floating there. And white tears boiling,-- 
O bliss!-- and the feminine voice reaching to the bottom of volcanoes 
and grottos of the arctic seas. The banner...
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