Jacques Prévert

“Lark of memory
it is your blood that is flowing
and not mine
Lark of memory
I have tightened my fist
Lark of memory
dead bird of mist
you should not have come
to eat from my hand
the grains of oblivion.”


Jacques Prévert, Blood and Feathers: Selected Poems
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