CYBERSENTIMENTAL
How can I explain this spark of surrender?
The end of an ignorant era?
I am singing with Ophelia
Fighting to stem this sense of pushing
Resisting this ruthless renaissance
The unbearable lightness in this sterility
Some things true enough to write
Are not true enough to live
Effecting a stranger
Far enough to touch without loving
Or is it the other way around?
I can't remember.
When the endless servitude of woman is overthrown, when she will live for herself and by herself, man,--hitherto abominable,--having given her her release, she will be a poet also! Woman will discover some of the unknown! Will her worlds of ideas differ from ours?--She will discover strange, unfathomable, repellent, delicious things; we shall take them, we shall comprehend them. (Arthur Rimbaud)
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