Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Jacques Prévert

Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either. ~Golda Meir

One of my latest books from the library is Textes et poemes by Jacques Prévert, perhaps not your cup of tea, since he doesnt care much about the rhyming. However the words below are so simple and yet so powerful.

Breakfast

He poured the coffee
Into the cup
He put the milk
Into the cup of coffee
He put the sugar
Into the coffee with milk
With a small spoon

He stirred
He drank the coffee
And he put down the cup
Without speaking to me
He lit
A cigarette
He made circles
With the smoke
He shook off the ash
Into the ashtray
Without speaking to me
Without looking at me
He got up
He put
A hat on his head
He put on
A raincoat

Because it was raining
And he left
In the rain
Without a word
Without looking at me
And I buried
My face in my hands

And I cried.

Here is a link to the words in French (warning it is set to music), although you can turn the music off.

Link about Jacques in wikipedia.

It is raining here so here is one of my puddle pictures.

Entwined


The French word for cry is pleurer.

The French word for tears is larmes.

Etymology for the word ignore

8 comments:

LadyFi said...

That puddle picture is just fabulous!

And I really like the poem too.

French Fancy said...

I didn't expect to like this poem so much. The rhythm however is fantastic. Thanks for that.

Great puddle pic

claire p said...

A poem that makes sense!

Are you going to publish these photos, they're all so good.

John said...

Great photograph encore. The poem doesn't need to rhyme does it, the words tell the story so well.......loved the music by the way.

Robyn said...

"Simple but powerful"...I love the poem and your puddle picture is really beautiful.

Clive said...

Great poem but that photo is just superb!

Blu said...

Puddles and poetry..mmmm

Carol and Chris said...

I adored that poem and I'm surprised as I tend not to be a big poetry fan!! Having said that, one of my favourite books is a poem called 'The Wild Party' by Joseph Moncure March (The copy I have is illustrated by Art Spiegelman and is just wonderful). It's set in 1920's New York and is about a party...having read the poem here I think you would like it :-)

Lovely puddle!!

C x