Eileen’s Story, by Helen: ‘Déjeuner du matin’ Saturday, 13 March 2010Posted by edincityoflit in Stories.
Tags: Jacques Prévert
I realised last week that my Mum carried a poem in exactly the same way I do – magnet-ed to her fridge.
I was taking down her fridge poetry (the shopping lists, the messages, the random collection of left-over words) and I noticed a very deliberate single line: ‘sans une parole’. Now I think about it, it’s been there for years.
It’s from ‘Déjeuner du matin’ by Jacques Prévert. I find it rather touching that Mum chose to remember the impact of wordlessness, of a choice not to communicate, through poetry.