Jacques Prévert: “Broken Mirror”

Broken Mirror

The little man who sang incessantly
the little man who danced in my head
the little man from my days of youth
broke his shoelace
and the carnival booths
and then suddenly collapsed
and in the silence of that little fair
I heard your happy voice somewhere
your torn and fragile voice
child-like and forlorn
coming and calling from far away
and I placed a hand upon my heart
where there shivered
bloodstained
the seven glass shards
of your laughter
made of stars.

Jacques Prévert

Translated from French by Paul Weinfield, © 2015
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