Pierre Albert-Birot quotes:
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Who is that blond child laughing as he runs after his colored marbles? [my marbles]It's meAnd who is the poet writing this poem?That blond child who laughed as he ran after his colored marbles
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Do you remember the long orphanage of the train stationsWe crossed cities that turn-tabled all dayAnd vomited at night the sunshine of the day ("The Voyager")
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The City is free of sinThe snow has given it absolution A man who slips A horse that fallsOh no, the city is in a nightgown
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