He poured the coffee

in the cup

He poured the milk

in the cup of  coffee

He put some sugar

In the cup of white coffee

He stirred it

with a tea spoon

He drank the white coffee

WITH NO WORD TO ME

WITH NO LOOK ON ME

He smoked a cigarrette

He made rounds

with smokes

He put the ashes

in the ash tray

WITH NO WORD TO ME

WITH NO LOOK ON ME

He got up

He put on his hat

on his head

He wore his mackintosh

because it was raining

He left in the rain

WITH NO WORD TO ME

WITH NO LOOK ON ME

And I held my head

in my hands

and cried....

JACQUES PREVERT

من این شعر رو خیلی دوست دارم . اصلش فرانسویه .  یه زمانی یه استاد عزیزی که انگلیسی درس میداد ، سر کلاس ترجمش کرد ، اسمش "بابک توسلی" بود.... نمیدونم الان کجاست و چی کار می کنه اما امیدوارم هر جا هست سلامت و موفق باشه ! چیزای زیادی ازش یاد گرفتم . نظرتون راجع به این شعر چیه ؟ من که خیلی دوسش دارم !  

لینک