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Poem

Jacques Roubaud

SACRÉ-COEUR!

Sacré-Coeur!
I can see you
O Baby’s Bottle
With your big cross-shaped teat

Sacré-Coeur!
you’re seven baby’s bottles!
I can see you all clearly from the bottom of the slope
on square Saint-Pierre
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles
and one big one

In the evening
the glory of the sky splits open
so that the angels can come and suck
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles

But you
big bottle
you’re for Baby Jesus
ah!
let’s hope he doesn’t hurt his lips
on your cross-shaped teat

SACRÉ-COEUR!

SACRÉ-COEUR!

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SACRÉ-COEUR!

Sacré-Coeur!
I can see you
O Baby’s Bottle
With your big cross-shaped teat

Sacré-Coeur!
you’re seven baby’s bottles!
I can see you all clearly from the bottom of the slope
on square Saint-Pierre
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles
and one big one

In the evening
the glory of the sky splits open
so that the angels can come and suck
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles

But you
big bottle
you’re for Baby Jesus
ah!
let’s hope he doesn’t hurt his lips
on your cross-shaped teat

SACRÉ-COEUR!

Sacré-Coeur!
I can see you
O Baby’s Bottle
With your big cross-shaped teat

Sacré-Coeur!
you’re seven baby’s bottles!
I can see you all clearly from the bottom of the slope
on square Saint-Pierre
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles
and one big one

In the evening
the glory of the sky splits open
so that the angels can come and suck
three small bottles
three middle-sized bottles

But you
big bottle
you’re for Baby Jesus
ah!
let’s hope he doesn’t hurt his lips
on your cross-shaped teat
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