But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
Meaning of the quote
The quote expresses the poet's deep sadness and pain. He feels that the mornings, the moons, and the suns are all filled with despair and bitterness, causing him to cry too much. The poet is overwhelmed by the sorrowful and difficult experiences in his life, which he finds unbearable.
About Arthur Rimbaud
Arthur Rimbaud was a pioneering French poet known for his surreal, unconventional writing style. He made a significant impact on modern literature and the arts, with his work prefiguring the surrealist movement. Rimbaud’s literary career was brief, as he abandoned writing at the young age of 20 after publishing his final major work, ‘Illuminations’.
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