Listen to the poem and take a moment to think about it. Please don’t look up any analysis or background on the poem. I’d like to hear your own thoughts and feelings. There are no right or wrong answers. How do you interpret the words and the situation? How do you imagine the people and the context? How do you feel about the scene? How do you feel about the people? What would you have done differently if you were the person having breakfast? What would you have done differently if you were the person in the other room? What is your breakfast usually like? What do you like having? Are you a pleasant person to have breakfast with? Feel free to write whatever you like in the comments. You can also share a similar situation you’ve lived through, or tell us about the best breakfast you’ve ever had: where were you, who were you with, and what made it special? Share your answers in the comments 👇 Il a mis le café Dans la tasse Il a mis le lait Dans la tasse de café Il a mis le sucre Dans le café au lait Avec la petite cuillere Il a tourné Il a bu le café au lait Et il a reposé la tasse Sans me parler Il a allumé Une cigarette Il a fait des ronds Avec la fumée Il a mis les cendres Dans le cendrier Sans me parler Sans me regarder Il s’est levé Il a mis Son chapeau sur sa tête Il a mis Son manteau de pluie Parce qu’il pleuvait Et il est parti Sous la pluie Sans une parole Sans me regarder Et moi j’ai pris Ma tête dans ma main Et j’ai pleuré