Romance
Nobody's serious when they're seventeen.
On a nice night, the hell beer and lemonade
And the café and the noisy atmosphere!
You walk beneath the linden trees on the promenade.
The lindens smell lovely on a night in June!
The air is so sweet that your eyelids close.
The breeze is full of sounds-they come from the tonw-
And the scent of beer, and the vine, and the rose...
Arthur Rimbaud
Translated by Paul Schmidt. (Harper Perennial Modern Classics)
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