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|Named Person:||François Jacqmin; François Jacqmin|
|All Authors / Contributors:||
François Jacqmin; Philip Mosley; Clive Scott
|ISBN:||9781906570026 1906570027 9781906570033 1906570035 9781904614555 1904614558|
|Language Note:||Parallel text in French and English; critical matter in English.|
|Description:||139 pages ; 23 cm.|
|Contents:||Series Editor's Note, Translator's Preface, Introduction. Snow, The time comes, To return, The landscape is fixed, When we follow, Gentlefolk, What you hear, Hounded by the night, I close my eyes, If we have, In poetry, We raise our eyes, For an inexhaustible instant, The cherries are packed tight, Night, The fog, You suspect, NuNo one gets by with his speech, The snow is everywhere, He who lives, Frozen in its icy crypt, It is midnight, My ruin, I am delighted, It is not the aptness, Night is old, All of a sudden, There has to be a handy slander, Who will make sense of, The role, Literary practice, Beautiful, Heads lowered, We understood that, There is nothing as pointless, What hope is there, The snow was going nowhere, The tendency, We begin a verse, When the snow stopped falling, By dint of, What lesson, The rectilinear distress, He who had a single clear thought, Sometimes, in the night, The fountain, Beneath the snow, Where the snow falls, Being detaches itself from the night, The small scenes, Moved, The boundless is sealed, The mast of nothingness, I no longer stand, Some use the sled,You suffer a little, He who listens, Nothing stifles me too, We await, I cross the enamel, It is not dying, There are men, I open the book, Being, That to which all is given, Night exploits, Nostalgia, Only the dimwitted seraphim, The only thing, We cannot carry on, Let us talk no more, In the clinking, A ferocious blast, We have gone beyond, The contradiction, We see nothing, A first snowfall, There comes an age, There is nothing left, The snow came close, The repose of firs, When I no longer saw anything, Perceptive is he, The forest's low wings, In the white clamour, Everything proven, Since silence, Evening draws in, I can no longer, The impossible, With the snow, We conjugate, What begins, IThere was no landmark, It is eloquent, Being tilts, There is neither forest nor thought, The moon has revealed, After it had snowed, There were several moments, I make myself scarce, The noise, NI am not an author, Cold consumed, Since the frost, JI have had to muster, I do not connect with the world anymore, It is not enough, Day's end, What would be that triumph, In early evening, Biographical Notes.|
|Series Title:||Arc visible poets, 28.|
|Other Titles:||Livre de la neige.
Livre de la neige
|Responsibility:||François Jacqmin ; translated by Philip Mosley ; introduced by Clive Scott.|