Jacques Prevert
Neuilly-sur-Seine
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Dimanche

Rating: 4.4
Entre les rangées d'arbres de l'avenue des Gobelins
Une statue de marbre me conduit par la main
Aujourd'hui c'est dimanche les cinémas sont pleins
Les oiseaux dans les branches regardent les humains
Et la statue m'embrasse mais personne ne nous voit
Sauf un enfant aveugle qui nous montre du doigt.
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Hebert Logerie Sr. 24 October 2020
Sunday By Jacques Prevert Between the rows of trees on the Avenue des Gobelins A marble statue is leading me by the hand Today is Sunday; the cinemas are full The birds in the branches are watching the humans And the statue is kissing me but nobody sees us Except a blind child, who is pointing the finger at us. Dimanche est écrit par Jacques Prévert et traduit en anglais par Hébert Logerie Sunday is written by Jacques Prévert and translated in English by Hébert Logerie
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Hebert Logerie, Sr. Poet 24 October 2020
Sunday By Jacques Prevert Between the rows of trees on the Avenue des Gobelins A marble statue is leading me by the hand Today is Sunday; the cinemas are full The birds in the branches are watching the humans And the statue is kissing me but nobody sees us Except a blind child, who is pointing the finger at us. Sunday is written by Jacques Prévert and translated in English by Hébert Logerie Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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Mahtab Bangalee 24 October 2020
Between the rows of trees on the avenue des Gobelins A marble statue leads me by the hand Today is Sunday the cinemas are full The birds in the branches watch the humans And the statue embraces me but no one sees us Except a blind child who points the finger at us. (By Google) the embracing sees none the the blind child (the future) /// superb poem penned
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Luis Estable 24 October 2020
A poem with a language where what seems not real or possible has a twist at the end.
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Edward Kofi Louis 24 October 2020
" Regardent les humains" ! Merci beaucoup.
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Dennis Spilchuk 24 October 2020
Sunday by Jacques Prevert (Translation from Adam, Emil) Between the rows of trees on l'Avenue des Gobelins A marble statue takes me by the hand Today is Sunday the cinemas are full The birds in the branches watch the humans And the statue kisses me but no one sees us Except for a blind child who points at us.
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Ric Bastasa 24 October 2020
Sunday (English) Between the rows of trees on l’Avenue des Gobelins A marble statue takes me by the hand Today is Sunday the cinemas are full The birds in the branches watch the humans And the statue kisses me but no one sees us Except for a blind child who points at us. Adam, Emil
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Paul Brookes 24 October 2020
Such a sad mournful poem Crowds and singularity yet the blind see and the sighted are blind.
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Deluke Muwanigwa 24 October 2020
Quois monsiuer. Ca ce bons.
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Vee Singleton 14 October 2018
You might have got a French speaker rather than an illiterate computer to read this poem. Go on. You know it makes sense.
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