April 24, 2015
Novel by Arthur Rimbaud
I.
No one’s serious at seventeen.
–On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
And loud, blinding cafes 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…
April 2, 2010
Novel by Arthur Rimbaud
You’re not serious, at seventeen.
– A fine evening, beer glasses and lemonade
Rowdy cafes lit with brilliant chandeliers!
– You stroll beneath the lime trees along the promenade.
How good the lime trees smell on fine June evenings!
Sometimes the air is so sweet, you close your eyes
The wind, full of sounds – the town not far —
Fragrant with wine and beer. … Continue reading “National Poetry Month: April 2nd”
