Small Earner, Poem by Charles Cros

Poem by Charles Cros Collection The Sandalwood CasketPeriod 19th century

He has done everything, all the trades. His simple life
Is spent far from noise, far from the cries of envy
And the vain ambitions of the boulevard.
For this awaited day, which dawns pale and sallow,
The scientists have foretold, before the hour when it sets,
The sun, an eclipse. And his mistress gives birth,
Bringing a child amid so many worries!
He counts, for dinner, on his blackened glasses.
Quarries of Montmartre, in your gypsum caverns,
Shelter the seller of glasses for the eclipse!

Charles Cros

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