PLACE DU CARROUSEL

In the Place du Carrousel

near the close of a fine summer day

the blood of a bay horse

hit and with its harness astray

streamed away

along the paving

And there was the horse

standing

unmoving

on three hooves

While the other hoof mangled

mangled and frayed

dangled

A few feet away

standing

unmoving

was the driver​

and next the cab also stock-still

useless as a broken clock

And the bay remained dumb

the bay did not complain

the bay did not neigh

there he was

there he waited

And he was so handsome so sad so simple

and so reasonable

that it was not possible to stop one's tears.

Oh

vanished gardens

forgotten fountains

shimmering plains

oh sorrow

splendour and wonder of adversity

blood and glimmering light

wounded beauty

Fraternity. First published in Kaffeeklatsch Vol. 2 No. 1

After Place du Carrousel by Jacques Prévert

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