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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.
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II.


--Over there, framed by a branch
You can see a little patch of dark blue
Stung by a sinister star that fades
With faint quiverings, so small and white.
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June nights! Seventeen!--Drink it in.

Sap is champagne, it goes to your head.
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The mind wanders, you feel a kiss
On your lips, quivering like a living thing.
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III.


The wild heart Crusoes through a thousand novels
--And when a young girl walks alluringly
Through a streetlamp's pale light, beneath the ominous shadow
Of her father's starched collar.
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Because as she passes by, boot heels tapping,
She turns on a dime, eyes wide,
Finding you too sweet to resist.
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--And cavatinas die on your lips.


IV.


You're in love.
Off the market till August.

You're in love.
--Your sonnets make Her laugh.

Your friends are gone, you're bad news.

--Then, one night, your beloved, writes.
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That night.
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you return to the blinding cafés;
You order beer or lemonade.
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--No one's serious at seventeen
When lindens line the promenade.
Written by: Arthur Rimbaud