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Breakfast by Jacques Prévert (translated by Lawrence Ferlinghetti) | Poems Rethabile Likes Breakfast by Jacques Prévert (translated by Lawrence Ferlinghetti) He put the coffee In the cup He put the milk In the cup of coffee He put the sugar In the café au lait With the coffee spoon He stirred He drank the café au lait And he set down the cup Without a word to me He lit A cigarette He made smoke-rings With the smoke He put the ashes In the ash-tray Without a word to me Without a look at me He got up He put His hat...

Sonnet 42 (What lips my lips have kissed) by Edna St. Vincent Millay | Poems Rethabile Likes Sonnet 42 by Edna St. Vincent Millay What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in ...