“The City is free of sin The snow has given it absolution A man who slips A horse that falls Oh no, the city is in a nightgown” — 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)
