The Yale Anthology of Twentieth-Century French Poetry

MALCOLM DE CHAZAL

The breast is an apple in a pear, with a grape seed just showing through. The
breast is melting at its maximum; all fruits in one.

Sensuality ‘‘involutes’’ us like a glove you turn inside out, making us create
narcissism backwards, like the skin seeing the body from the inside. In volup-
tuousness, man sees himself, like the child come into the world before uttering
his first cry, or like the dead man suddenly sprang into the spiritual world in a
brusque birth, before having become aware of his new body, looks into himself
for a while.
—mary ann caws

Logic

Logic
Never
Thought
Itself out.

The egg
Is
Just
Chins.

The man who’d not tie
To an image
Any idea
Would know
Pure mind.
—mary ann caws