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Poulenc - Un poème

Un poème

Poulenc (1946)

Il est entré
Il s'est assis
Il ne regarde pas le pyrogène à cheveux rouges1
L'allumette flambe
Il est parti

Guillaume Apollinaire

1Pyrogènes were little stoneware pots placed on tables in cafés to serve customers with matches which stood upright in them.

A poem


He came in
he sat down
he doesn't look at the pyrogene with red hair
the match flares
he left

© translated by Christopher Goldsack

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