However, Verlaine was wrong. If he said at that time, I want your soul, maybe Rimbaud would really believe in love, repentance and redemption, believe in the rationality of the world and be willing to accept this boring reality. During Verlaine's two years in prison, Rimbaud wrote some of the best poems in his life. Excellent, because they came from the heart of the world, not the empty universe. Maybe Rimbaud himself was surprised by this! Rimbaud has never loved Verlaine, he loves no one, his lover is only life, and still at this moment. But doubts about the meaning of human existence will at least make him doubt love. Love may really exist. If Verlaine chooses to love his soul, maybe Rimbaud can try to believe in the loyalty and immortality of love. As Verlaine said, only the soul does not grow old, and the body quickly rots and becomes worthless. Verlaine thought that Rimbaud was still Rimbaud. When he said the words your body, he thought he was doing what his sweetheart wanted. All along, he did exactly that, in exchange for Rimbaud's mercy. love! After meeting Rimbaud, he often laughed out loud, and the two laughed madly, and those jokes were sometimes not funny at all. Verlaine laughed, to express his appreciation for Rimbaud's incredible actions, he laughed because he had to please him, just like a dream to please himself. Your body, these two words are also used to please, so they are degrading. In fact, we all know that Verlaine loves the soul of Rimbaud that is absolutely true! He fell in love with Rimbaud's talent, Rimbaud's ardent vitality, Rimbaud's pure domineering, that was Verlaine's passing years, the opportunity that Verlaine missed, Verlaine fell in love with the dying soul that he missed. Being in another body is that piece of land that I haven't had time to sow my ideals. However, in the face of Rimbaud, he did not dare to admit this fact, he was so cowardly, he was afraid of facing the true weight of his soul, so he would rather be blind, and would rather make his soul so humble that it does not exist. He was used to Rimbaud's spit, spit, and then give away some pitiful caresses. He is such an old and ugly skin! So he said, your body. The moment the two words came out, it ruined Rimbaud's last trust and expectation for love. Two years can change a lot of things. At this time, Rimbaud is no longer the young and frivolous Rimbaud. It is true that he intends to leave and travel abroad again, but this time it is not for fame or for shaking the earth, but suddenly he finds that all he wants is to prove to the world that he exists, exists, and is needed. It's that simple, but For a broken soul, this is so painful and difficult. Maybe God gave a man talent, and he really would take a bite elsewhere in his body in exchange. In order to get back this mouth, Rimbaud must pay a lifetime of trek. This is just as I said to my friends a few days ago, there is no such thing as an ideal, and he chose to give up everything in front of him and start anew, to pursue the so-called ideal, just because he found that everything in front of him did not belong to him, and it was not created by God. The right choice to hope he engages in and settles down doesn't give him a sense of security either. Some are lucky enough to snap off and close to the world very quickly, while a few miss out because God has given them some other boring gift. The pursuit of ideals is because the voice of the heart is heard, and the world is only open to his faithful people.
If Rimbaud hadn't met Verlaine, he might have found his own path in his own world and become a poet, or one day, when the ideal fire was extinguished by the bloody reality of the countryside, it would be a good idea to become a peasant Not a good thing, everyone has crazy ideals, doesn't it? And many of them have given up on their ideals. But the difference between Rimbaud and many people is that in addition to his ideals having enough talent to support him, a big reason is because he met Verlaine, who gave up his ideals and never met his talents. He saw Lan Bo, immediately saw himself in Rimbaud, and it felt as if he had come back from the dead, and he couldn't stop because of it. Rimbaud's desire is very pure, whether it is to shake the earth or find the missing self, he is firm and persistent. But Verlaine is different. Before he met Rimbaud, he had already seen all kinds of dirty deeds in the world, and suffered the destruction of all kinds of desires, alcohol, women, fame and money. Impossible to move in the weaving web of desire, while cursing the vile world. And his love for Rimbaud, to put it bluntly, is only one of his various desires, but because of the so-called "ideal", art and literature, the hypocritical and beautiful halo beautifies it, not so much Verlaine love It was Rimbaud, rather he loved an ethereal dream, a utopia full of nostalgia. Utopia is more powerful than women, money, self-esteem, and even shame. It made Verlaine madly indulge in the blind excitement of the illusion of time, sinking deeper and deeper. For Rimbaud, the impact of this emotional entanglement was also fatal: it stopped the pendulum of Rimbaud’s life. Because of Verlaine’s appreciation and admiration, Rimbaud became more and more proud, and his youth and frivolity seemed more natural. For two years, he stayed at 16 In his old mood, Rimbaud's doting made him forget his doubts, not only doubts, but no hesitations. Until Verlaine finally fired, the real court finally destroyed this ideal ship fueled by talent and admiration. Verlaine was imprisoned, Rimbaud's life was finally released and moved forward, he began to think, recall and doubt everything he had experienced, when he found that the universe is unshakable, the world itself is a stupid and stubborn sphere that will turn away from anyone , he decided to stop writing. There are two ways to go, stay or wander, all depends on Verlaine's choice of his soul or body, on whether love itself can convince Rimbaud's heart that is moving. Your body, Verlaine said, looking at him ambiguous, this lie almost ruined the rest of Rimbaud's life. At this moment, he is no longer the frivolous young man who only wanted to "be proud of life", and he has taken many steps forward alone. If no one can understand, if no one cares about his existence, he will only wander and fight alone. I want sunshine, I want to help others, standing on the verge of death, he feels that he still has not realized his value, he just died with hatred. It's all Verlaine's fault, but what's wrong with Verlaine? Although he loves Rimbaud, he actually loves himself who he missed, but in any case, it is definitely love. There are many kinds of love, and all roads lead to love! So, strange things come and go, I can only blame fate, blame God, and blame good fortune.
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