Oisive jeunesse À tout asservie, Par délicatesse J’ai perdu ma vie.
Ah ! Que le temps vienne Où les cœurs s’éprennent.
A devastatingly accurate portrait of my existence: There is a quiet, expensive tragedy in wasting one's youth simply by being too delicate for the world...What a beautifully tedious way to ruin a life.
Rimbaud understood it, of course he did..















