Paris At Night By Jacques Prévert, Translated By

Three matches one by one lit in the night
The first to see your entire face
The second to see your eyes
The last to see your mouth
And total obscurity to remind me of all these
While hugging you in my arms.


Paris at Night (Prévert gives the title in English)

Trois allumettes une à une allumée dans la nuit
La première pour voir ton visage tout entier
La second pour voir tes yeux
La dernière pour voir ta bouche
Et l'obscurité tout entière pour me rappeler tout cela
En te serrant dans mes bras.

by Eugene Levich

Comments (2)

JoAnn it reminded me of a song called Footsteps by an Irish singer called Daniel O'Donnell. This poem is as beautiful as that song. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
Look for the 'Footprints in the Sand' and grab that hand and hold on with all the strength you can muster.....In the darkest hour we are taught, that that is when we truly are not alone...........I know, easy to write, not at all in theory........marci.xo