Mec
The face of heads
Idols
In a corner the sound of a car
Everything's asleep
Barely a minute
And here I am
Eyes poring over a caricature
A fist on full-blown reality
Damn, it's all so far
The numbers drift away
On the board where the
few letters of a name bleed
Wednesday
Punctured wind
The hole pierces the date
And one passes through
without batting an eye
The stains have aged
on the green-painted bridge
And the trees passing by
On the way never a trace
or reverse
A man who can't wait
ii Hubert de Givenchy
and Audrey Hepburn
source unknown
Pierre Reverdy
Oeuvres complètes
Flammarion, 2010©
Près de la route
et du petit pont
1919
Mark Polizzotti
translation
New York Review Books, 2013©
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