The fury of confession, at first, then the fury of clarity: It was from you, Death, that such hypocriticalobscure feeling was born! And nowlet them accuse me of every passion, let them bad-mouth me, let them say I’m deformed, impure, obsessed, a dilettante, a perjurer. You isolate me, you give me the certainty of life, I’m on the stake. I play the card of fireand I win this little, immense goodness of mine. I can do it, for I have suffered you too much! I return to you as an émigré returnsto his own country and rediscovers it: I made a fortune (in the intellect)and I’m happy, as I once was, destitute of any norm, a black rage of poetry in my breast. A crazy old-age youth. Once your joy was confused with terror, it’s true, and now almost with other joy, livid and arid, my passion deluded. Now you really frighten me, for you are truly close to me, part of my angry state, of obscure hunger, of the anxiety almost of a new being. . Pier Paolo Pasolini
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Here is a quote from the famous French writer Stéphane Mallarmé. Stéphane Mallarmé was born in France on December 18, 1842. He is one of the most outstanding poets of the modern age. His works are translated into more than 30 languages. His most notable works include, “Une saison en enferâ€�, “Cantique de la Fertée des Lilasâ€� and “L’Âme du poèteÂ�.

Source: Roman Poems

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