By Pierre Reverdy
Translated from French by way of Ron Padgett. PROSE POEMS is Peirre Reverdy's first number of poems, initially released in 1967. "I enjoyed its austerity, its spookiness, and what I alleged to be its cubism...Dedications--removed from later editions--were to Max Jacob, Pablo Gargallo, Henri Laurens, Marcelle Braque, Josette Gris, Andre point, Pablo Picasso, Leonce Rosenberg, Claude Laurens, Marthe Laurens, Juan Gris, Henri Matisse, and Georges Braque, all of whom have been acquaintances or buddies of the author"--Ron Padgett.
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