Dejeuner du Matin

Last night in my French class my professor Mmd. Vivi read a poem to us. It was called Dejeuner du Matin (Breakfast) and it was so simple, and yet it was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever heard. It's by Jacques Prevert.

Il a mis le café
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de café
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le café au lait
Avec la petite cuiller
Il a tourné
Il a bus le café au lait
Et il a reposé la tasse
Sans me parler

Il a allumé
Une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fumée
Il a mis les cendres
Dans le cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder

Il s’est levé
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tête
Il a mis son manteau de pluie
Parce qu’il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Sans me regarder

Et moi jai pris
Ma tête dans ma main
Et jai pleuré

(Translation) 

He put the coffee
In the cup
He put the milk
In the coffee
He put the sugar
In the coffee and milk
And with a little spoon
He stirred it
He drank the coffee
And put back the cup
Without a word to me

He lit a cigarette
He made rings
With the smoke
He tapped the ashes
Into the ashtray
Without a word to me
Without looking at me

He got up
He put his hat
On his head
He wore his raincoat
Because it was raining
And he left
In the rain
Without a word
Without looking at me

And I took my head
In my hands
And wept