7 Quotes by Pierre Albert-Birot

Who is that blond child laughing as he runs after his colored marbles? [my marbles]It's me And who is the poet writing this poem? That blond child who laughed as he ran after his colored marbles

Oh you dear companions Electric bells of the stations song of the reapers Butcher's sleigh regiment of unnumbered streets Cavalry of bridges nights livid with alcohol The cities I've seen lived like mad women(The Voyager)

The City is free of sin The snow has given it absolution A man who slips A horse that falls Oh no, the city is in a nightgown

Gardens are poemsWhere you stroll with your hands in your pockets.(Les jardins sont des poemes Ou l'on se promene les mains dans les poches.)

...And we left the lightfor the night of the street

Do you remember the long orphanage of the train stations We crossed cities that turn-tabled all dayAnd vomited at night the sunshine of the day ("The Voyager")

Do you remember the suburbs and the plaintive flock of landscapes The cypress trees projected their shadows under the moon That night when as summer waned I listened To a languorous bird forever wrothAnd the eternal noise of a river wide and dark(The Voyager)