Novel


“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. 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. June nights! Seventeen! – Drink it in. Sap is champagne, it goes to your head. The mind wanders, you feel a kiss On your lips, quivering like a living thing. 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. Because as she passes by, boot heels tapping, She turns on a dime, eyes wide, Finding you too sweet to resist. And cavatinas die on your lips. 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! That night, you return to the blinding cafés; You order beer or lemonade. No one’s serious at seventeen When lindens line the promenade.”


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sergey May 20, 2013 at 7:45am

This is awful and robratterman sucks!

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robert-bobert May 21, 2013 at 3:10am

Yeah, this guy is just nuts!

robratterman May 21, 2013 at 3:12am

YOU BOTH ARE FIRED!!!

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