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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