Rimbaud: “No one’s serious at Seventeen”

"No one's serious at seventeen.
On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
And loud, blinding cafés are the last thing you need
You stroll beneath green lindens on the promenade.

Lindens smell fine on fine June nights!
Sometimes the air is so sweet that you close your eyes;
The wind brings sounds, the town is near—
And carries scents of vineyards and beer". . ." 
- Arthur Rimbaud (20 October 1854 – 10 November 1891)
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Michael Stevenson, aka Dai Bando, Johnny Foreigner, Monsieur Pas De Merde, is a blogger of French and British culture. His blogs "Pas De Merde" and "The Hobbledehoy" have been called "marvelous" by some, and "meh" by others.

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