Recently found the most perfect little poem by the French surrealist poet Jacques Prevert.
Dejuner du Matin (Breakfast) is only one of Prevert's many many beautiful little poems that fill his minnie poem books…. simple poems ….simple words, everyday experience, poetic perfection for me ….
Il a mis le café He put the coffee
Dans la tasse in the cup
Il a mis le lait he put the milk
Dans la tasse de café in the cup of coffee
Il a mis le sucre he put the sugar
Dans le café au lait in the milky coffee
Avec la petite cuiller with a little spoon
Il a tourné he stirred
Il a bu le café au lait he drank the milky coffee
Et il a reposé la tasse and he put down the cup
Sans me parler without a word to me
Il a allumé he lit
Une cigarette a cigarette
Il a fait des ronds he made rings
Avec la fumée with the smoke
Il a mis les cendres he put the ash
Dans le cendrier in the ash tray
Sans me parler without a word to me
Sans me regarder without a glance at me
Il s’est levé he stood up
Il a mis and put
Son chapeau sur sa tête his hat on his head
Il a mis he put
Son manteau de pluie his raincoat on
Parce qu’il pleuvait because it was raining
Et il est parti and he left
Sous la pluie in the rain
Sans une parole without a word
Sans me regarder without a glance
Et moi j’ai pris and as for me i clasped
Ma tête dans ma main my head in my hands
Et j’ai pleuré. and i wept.
Dans la tasse in the cup
Il a mis le lait he put the milk
Dans la tasse de café in the cup of coffee
Il a mis le sucre he put the sugar
Dans le café au lait in the milky coffee
Avec la petite cuiller with a little spoon
Il a tourné he stirred
Il a bu le café au lait he drank the milky coffee
Et il a reposé la tasse and he put down the cup
Sans me parler without a word to me
Il a allumé he lit
Une cigarette a cigarette
Il a fait des ronds he made rings
Avec la fumée with the smoke
Il a mis les cendres he put the ash
Dans le cendrier in the ash tray
Sans me parler without a word to me
Sans me regarder without a glance at me
Il s’est levé he stood up
Il a mis and put
Son chapeau sur sa tête his hat on his head
Il a mis he put
Son manteau de pluie his raincoat on
Parce qu’il pleuvait because it was raining
Et il est parti and he left
Sous la pluie in the rain
Sans une parole without a word
Sans me regarder without a glance
Et moi j’ai pris and as for me i clasped
Ma tête dans ma main my head in my hands
Et j’ai pleuré. and i wept.
Jacques PRÉVERT, Paroles (1945)
©1972 Editions Gallimard
©1972 Editions Gallimard
mmmmmm so beautiful....however i can see that my mood was quiet different when i came across this photo....its Christmas time now so....some happy breakfast photographs to follow : )
YESSSS Breakfast Time! the best time ...here for you, some nice photographs to inspire the following Christmas season breakfast mornings with the family and friends
Wildfox Couture Lookbook 2011 "The Untold Story of Miss Antoinette and Her Sister"
Vanity Fair. Photographer Mario Testino. Model Kate Moss.
Edouard Manet. Le Déjeuner sur l'Herbe (Breakfast in the Open Air). 1863. oil on canvas, 208 × 264 cm. Musee d’Orsay, Paris.
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