I'm not a lover of poems but during my French class our French teacher read this poem to us. Well, it's just an observation of someone to a man seated next to him while inside a cafe. Very detailed, how he made coffee, how he smoked. A very sad poem. Anyways, there's some sexiness behind it. It's French but if you'll read it you can understand some of it since some of the words are almost the same in Spanish or English.. Il is he, avec is with, sans is without, et is and.
Dejeuner Du Matin
par Jacques Prevert
Il a mis le cafe
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de cafe
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le cafe au lait
Avec la petit cuiller
Il a tourne
Il a bu le cafe au lait
Et il a repose la tasse
Sans me parler
Il a allume
Une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fumee
Il a mis les cendres
Dans les cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder
Il s'est leve
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tete
Il a mis
Son manteau de pluie
Parce qu'il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Sans me regarder
Et moi j'ai pris
Ma tete dans ma main
Et j'ai pleure
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That is my favorite poem. I actually read it in French class also a couple of weeks ago. And it almost made me cry.
We discussed all the personal interpretations of the poem, like how you said it was simply an observation of a stranger, well I thought it was a meeting between a couple who just before the events in the poem had an arguement or a fight and now the poem shows how the relationship is over.
Yea, so I just felt like sharing because you like the poem and I love the poem.
Yes, I love that poem, too. here is another that is similar that someone will see if they know French. Mme. found it while looking through her old college things.
Dualisme
Chérie, explique-moi pourquoi
tu dis: "MON piano, MES roses",
et: "TES livres, TON chien" ... pourquoi
je t'entends déclarer parfois:
"c'est avec MON argent à moi
que je veux acheter ces choses."
Ce qui m'appartient t'appartient !
Pourquoi ces mots qui nous opposent:
le tien, le mien, le mien, le tien?
Si tu m'aimais tout à fait bien,
tu dirais: "LES livres, LE chien"
et: "NOS roses".
Hmm, I always thought it was about a couple breaking up. I always thought they were sitting at the same table. I suppose, though, it could be a woman at the cafe wishing he would notice her. But to put her head in her hands and cry at the end...I think they were closer. And he wont even look at her. But maybe they still love one another, but he has to go to war...or just away. As a kid I thought the man must have done something wrong, something to end the relationship...but it could just as easily have been the woman. Except then the women would probably have made some kind of move toward him. Such a simple poem but so much to imagine and think about. He put his raincoat on, because it was raining, and he left. Nothing complex about that. No allusions to greek mythology. No great emotional outbusts. Good stuff.
I love French and I also love poetry so of course I love French poetry. I am an American but I still speak some French and I try to find as much poetry in French as I can. And to the person who posted the comment that had the Dualisme poem in it, that is one of my favrite poems. I also love Dejeuner Du Matin. I have always thought it was a girl sitting in a cafe watching her true love walk off and leave her behind.
There is no café. It's about a couple having breakfast in their kitchen and how the husband does all these mundane things while ignoring the wife and then she puts her head in her hands and cries because clearly the marriage is over
There is no café. It's set in a kitchen and the married couple are having breakfast together. He does all these mundane things while ignoring her and then she cries at the end because the marriage is over. Beautifully written!
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