Poems by Jules Romains

O MULTITUDE!
Here in the hollow of
The theatre, and docile to its walls,
Thou mouldest to it...

Beings have molten forms and lives together. THE sunshine cannot make the barracks glad.
Its se...

The self-deceit of having wrought the light. PEOPLE arrive to worship in their church. Th...

For years the snow has been falling,
The sky is so leaden and low,
That men of high stature
...

The shop-keepers on their chairs
Have marked out God along the walls,
And when the sky becomes...

THESE last few days I have not had one letter;
No one has thought of writing, in the town.
O!...

The creaking wheel of the dust cart; the stumbling horse;
At the corner of the street a crying ...

A GROUP dies on the causey; I am pleased
As any little lad that pelts with earth.
And now men a...

I WISH for nothing more
Than my emotion of now;
There is nothing one is bound to know,
And i...

I DID not wish to come into this street. My heart, to be contented, needed now
A boule...