He poured the coffee Into the glass He poured the milk Into the mug with the coffee He put the sugar Into the café au lait With the little spoon He stirred it He drank the café au lait And he put down the glass Without speaking to me He lit A cigarette He blew rings With the smoke He put the ashes In the ashtray Without speaking to me Without looking at me He rose He placed His hat on his head He put on His raincoat Because it was raining And he left Through the rain Without a word Without looking at me And me, I took my head In my hand And I cried.
Well, there it is. Rather a sad poem. It loses a bit in translation however.
Comments 4
Reply
He poured the coffee
Into the glass
He poured the milk
Into the mug with the coffee
He put the sugar
Into the café au lait
With the little spoon
He stirred it
He drank the café au lait
And he put down the glass
Without speaking to me
He lit
A cigarette
He blew rings
With the smoke
He put the ashes
In the ashtray
Without speaking to me
Without looking at me
He rose
He placed
His hat on his head
He put on
His raincoat
Because it was raining
And he left
Through the rain
Without a word
Without looking at me
And me, I took my head
In my hand
And I cried.
Well, there it is. Rather a sad poem. It loses a bit in translation however.
Reply
Good day for it, too.
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment