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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Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal--just as my dear ancestors did around their fires.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects a deep appreciation for nature and a longing for freedom after a day's journey.
In this quote, Arthur Rimbaud expresses a sense of fulfillment and connection to his roots as he prepares to leave Europe. He embraces the elements of nature—the sea air, the sun, and the grass—highlighting a primal desire to return to simpler, more instinctive experiences reminiscent of ancestral traditions. The imagery evokes both nostalgia and a celebration of life's raw, unrefined pleasures.
Themes
BrittanySeaNatureAncestorsFreedomExperience
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be shared in a travel blog discussing the importance of connecting with nature.
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