Françoise Hardy on a Honda, 1969 -
One of the many men she managed to escape from was Bob Dylan, who in an infatuated poem to Hardy wrote about his fantasy of her:
piles of lovers
fishing
kissing
lay themselves on their books. boats.
old men
clothed in curly mustaches
float on the benches
blankets of tourists
in bright red nylon shirts
with straw hats of ambassadors
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