| Preface: The Prose Poetry of Max Jacob, Francis Ponge and Jean Follain | p. 13 |
| Introduction | p. 21 |
| from Le cornet a des | |
| War | p. 26 |
| Searching for the Traitor | p. 27 |
| The Truly Miraculous | p. 28 |
| The Tree-Chewers | p. 29 |
| The Bibliophile | p. 30 |
| La Rue Ravignan | p. 31 |
| The Beggar Woman of Naples | p. 32 |
| Success of Confession | p. 33 |
| Latude-Etude | p. 34 |
| The Judgment of Women | p. 35 |
| Poem in a Style Not Mine | p. 36 |
| A Christmas Story | p. 37 |
| Metempsychosis | p. 38 |
| A Touch of Modernism by Way of a Conclusion | p. 39 |
| Mystery of the Sky | p. 40 |
| Tale With No Moral | p. 41 |
| What Happens Via the Flute | p. 42 |
| Let's Bring Back the Old Themes | p. 43 |
| Errors of Mercy | p. 44 |
| Fake News! New Graves! | p. 45 |
| Poem | p. 46 |
| Literary Standards | p. 47 |
| A Bit of Art Criticism | p. 48 |
| Untitled | p. 49 |
| The Real Loss | p. 50 |
| Philosophical Return to What No Longer Exists | p. 51 |
| The Terrible Present | p. 52 |
| from Visions infernales | |
| Hell Has Gradations | p. 53 |
| Fear | p. 54 |
| Warnings | p. 55 |
| The Bloody Nun | p. 56 |
| from Ballades | |
| Ballad of the Night Visitor | p. 57 |
| from Derniers poemes | |
| In China | p. 59 |
| If Guillaume's Death Had Been Christian | p. 60 |
| Graveside Chat | p. 61 |
| The Soul and the Mind | p. 62 |
| Noble or Common | p. 63 |
| Mimi Pinson, Octogenarian | p. 64 |
| The Pilgrims at Emmaus | p. 65 |
| Customs 1944 | p. 66 |
| Pre-War | p. 67 |
| The Castle of Painbis | p. 68 |
| Several Judgments by Our Set... | p. 69 |
| Town Crier | p. 70 |
| My Soul | p. 71 |
| Reconstruction | p. 72 |
| Introduction | p. 75 |
| from Taking the Side of Things | |
| The End of Autumn | p. 82 |
| Poor Fishermen | p. 83 |
| Rum of the Ferns | p. 83 |
| Blackberries | p. 84 |
| The Crate | p. 85 |
| The Candle | p. 86 |
| The Cigarette | p. 86 |
| The Orange | p. 87 |
| The Oyster | p. 88 |
| The Pleasures of the Door | p. 89 |
| Fire | p. 89 |
| The Cycle of the Seasons | p. 90 |
| The Mollusk | p. 91 |
| Snails | p. 92 |
| The Butterfly | p. 96 |
| Moss | p. 97 |
| Water | p. 98 |
| Notes Toward a Shell | p. 100 |
| The Pebble | p. 104 |
| from Pieces | |
| The Shrimp in Every (and All in a) State | p. 111 |
| The Shrimp Exaggerated | p. 117 |
| Abode of the Gray Shrimp | p. 119 |
| Shrimp One | p. 123 |
| Shrimp Two | p. 124 |
| The Pigeon | p. 126 |
| The Frog | p. 127 |
| The Horse | p. 128 |
| Manure | p. 131 |
| The Goat | p. 132 |
| The Earth | p. 136 |
| from The Prairie | |
| Notes on the Making of The Prairie | p. 138 |
| The Prairie | p. 143 |
| Uncollected Poems | |
| O This is Why I Have Lived | p. 148 |
| Introduction | p. 151 |
| from Canisy | |
| There was a door... | p. 157 |
| The photograph of my grandfather... | p. 157 |
| The snuffbox belonging to... | p. 158 |
| A very distant image... | p. 158 |
| I was five years old... | p. 159 |
| Replete with parish affairs... | p. 159 |
| The woodbin in my maternal grandmother's... | p. 160 |
| There were sparrows and fruits... | p. 160 |
| The shed where the casks... | p. 161 |
| My maternal grandmother... | p. 162 |
| The mighty edifices of nightfall... | p. 163 |
| There were also days... | p. 163 |
| A World Rich in Anniversaries | |
| Opening his hands... | p. 165 |
| A boy is troubled... | p. 166 |
| The landscapes they walk through... | p. 167 |
| The cress-peddler... | p. 168 |
| As in the city theater curtains rise... | p. 169 |
| There's no more war... | p. 170 |
| On Easter Sunday... | p. 171 |
| To know how a leaf feels... | p. 172 |
| One day I suddenly notice... | p. 173 |
| A chant goes up... | p. 174 |
| The fineness of things... | p. 175 |
| She stops short at something... | p. 176 |
| Close attention to things... | p. 177 |
| Should the schoolboy... | p. 178 |
| There are moments... | p. 179 |
| The women washing dishes... | p. 180 |
| Some territories are neither... | p. 181 |
| Hamlets still keep the smell... | p. 182 |
| This plant, so exceptional... | p. 183 |
| You can get the impression... | p. 184 |
| The county groundskeeper... | p. 185 |
| Store windows start to light up... | p. 186 |
| A crossroads... | p. 187 |
| Flies die on the sticky ribbon... | p. 188 |
| There are those who would like... | p. 189 |
| During the summer of 1910... | p. 190 |
| For years on end... | p. 191 |
| In 1880, hair counts a lot... | p. 192 |
| One evening at the turn of the century... | p. 193 |
| In houses one approaches carefully... | p. 194 |
| At dinner, a civil servant... | p. 195 |
| The sound of wind... | p. 196 |
| School children holding hands... | p. 197 |
| If a child skins a knee... | p. 198 |
| "We're here," the husband says... | p. 199 |
| A child's frail voice... | p. 200 |
| The middle-aged teacher... | p. 201 |
| People try to fight time... | p. 202 |
| Insomniacs toss and turn... | p. 203 |
| The woman says: "It looks like rain."... | p. 204 |
| The house sits well back... | p. 205 |
| A middle-aged man's wife tells him... | p. 206 |
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