David Holbrook - Breakfast

He put the coffee 
in the cup 
He put the milk 
in the cup of coffee 
He put in sugar 
in the coffee and milk 
With a little spoon 
He stirred 
He drank the coffee 
And put down the cup 
Without talking to me 
He lit a cigarette 
He made smoke rings 
He put the ashes 
In the ash-tray 
Without talking to me 
Without looking at me 
He got up 
He put 
His hat on his head 
He put on 
His raincoat 
As it was raining 
And He left 
In the rain 
Without a word 
Without looking at me 
And me I put 
My head in my hands 
And cried. 

Dejeuner du Matin 
Jacques Prevert. 
Translation.

David Holbrook

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