Bresson’s Movies


A movie of Robert
Bresson’s showed a yacht,
at evening on the Seine,
all its lights on, watched

by two young, seemingly
poor people, on the bridge adjacent
the classic boy and girl,
of the story, any 

one cares to tell. So
years pass, of course, but
I identified with the young,
embittered Frenchman,

knew his only almost complacent 
anguish and the distance
he felt from his girl.
Yet another film

of Bresson’s has the
aging Lancelot with his
awkward armor standing
in a woods, of small trees

dazed, bleeding, both he
and his horse are,
trying to get back to the castle,
itself of

no great size. It
moved me, that 
life was afterall
like that. You are

in love. You stand
in the woods, with
a horse, bleeding.
The story is true.