prose poem for bleak winter day

by pierre reverdy

through the dense and icy rain of that night where the boulevard is brighter,
a small dark man with a blue face. is if from gthe cold? from an inner fire
lit by alcohol? 

but his overshized shoes are full of water and he’s hanging around the
street lamps. he’s the joy and the pity of the girls. what a heavy emotion!
who will want to take him away.

o street people who lead this hard life and couldn’t care less,  i don’t
understand you! i like warmth, comfort, and peacefulness.

o people who scorn them, you scare me!



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