Jacques Roubaud Poems

In Paris the LARKS are singing EDITH-PIAF is singing, the birds
The EGRETS are singing, the BUNTINGS are singing
In the LOCUST TREES, the CORNFLOWERS, the GOOD-SEEDS,
...

A poetic form: the quenine of p


The quenine of p (where p is a rational number) is a generalisation of the quenine, a form invented by Raymond Queneau, who generalised the sestina of troubadour Arnaut Daniel.
...

To François Caradec

I am, in Paris, a walker of the dead streets
Of the streets that are no longer, of streets renamed,
Erased, done in, truncated, diminished,
...

I knew him, you see, infinite jester,
rich with the most astonishing derisions.
Thousands of times he carried me on his back
Laughing laughter from his ten times red lips.
...

when by chance I come upon
the towers of Notre-Dame
unlike Tristan Derème
who
...

Among many poems
There was one
Which I couldn't remember
Except having made it up
...

The steamliner climbed to the fifth floor and cried:
toot! toot! toot!
The moon did not reply
The steamliner climbed to the sixth floor and cried:
...

Falling asleep I saw the world was there,
the world and all that follows from it;
"now" smaller than a point
...

1 Thus was heaven and erth fynished wyth all their apparell: 2 and in ye seuenth daye god ended hys worke which he had made and rested in ye seventh daye from all his workes which he had made.
...

What the poem was saying, I've forgotten
I had known what the poem was saying, but I've
forgotten
The poem was saying this, but this that the poem was
saying, I've forgotten
...