“Oh you dear companions Electric bells of the stations song of the reapers Butcher's sleigh regiment of unnumbered streets Cavalry of bridges nights livid with alcohol The cities I've seen lived like mad women (The Voyager)” — Pierre Albert-Birot Copy Share Image
“Do you remember the long orphanage of the train stations We crossed cities that turn-tabled all day And vomited at night the sunshine of the day ("The Voyager")” — Pierre Albert-Birot Copy Share Image
“Oh you dear companions Electric bells of the stations song of the reapers Butcher's sleigh regiment of unnumbered streets Cavalry of bridges nights livid… — Pierre Albert-Birot Copy Share Image
“Do you remember the suburbs and the plaintive flock of landscapes The cypress trees projected their shadows under the moon That night when as… — Pierre Albert-Birot Copy Share Image
“If anything can be said in prose, then poetry should be saved for saying nothing.” — Pierre Albert-Birot Copy Share Image
“The City is free of sin The snow has given it absolution A man who slips A horse that falls Oh no, the city… — Pierre Albert-Birot Copy Share Image
“Do you remember the long orphanage of the train stations We crossed cities that turn-tabled all day And vomited at night the sunshine of… — Pierre Albert-Birot Copy Share Image
Who is that blond child laughing as he runs after his colored marbles? [my marbles] It's me And who is the poet writing this… — Pierre Albert-Birot Copy Share Image
“Gardens are poems Where you stroll with your hands in your pockets. (Les jardins sont des poemes Ou l'on se promene les mains dans… — Pierre Albert-Birot Copy Share Image
![“Who is that blond child laughing as he runs after his colored marbles? [my marbles] It's me And who is the poet writing this poem? That blond child who laughed as he ran after his colored marbles” quote by Pierre Albert-Birot](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/257/pierre-albert-birot-46774_children_who-is-that-blond-child-laughing-as-he-r_2203501.jpg)
