Cleanliness (Raymond Queneau Poems)
IThe little pigeons full of whimsicrapused to come and go flying over Parisgiving its walls an exquisite shadeof avian poop ...
Raymond Queneau Poems (23 Poems)
The Commission for Equalising Things (Raymond Queneau Poems)
The systematic destruction of yellow was their project.The daffodil remained a problemwith its thoughtless persistenceand butter was liked by many.But ...
Praising Thy Wren (Raymond Queneau Poems)
Like as the weapons make towards the pebbled shrapnel,So do our misalliances hasten to their engine;Each changing plaint with that ...
Detention (Raymond Queneau Poems)
The sects send their rumours as they go,For in the spruit the nation shows its heatherNor withers till the rota ...
Hell! (Raymond Queneau Poems)
To drift with every peacock till my souvenirIs a stringed lyre on which all wiseacres can play,Is it for this ...
Front-Page Carnage (Raymond Queneau Poems)
I've walked my sorrowthrough the streets of ParisI kept it on a leashso the Parisians would laughpigsty cheese shopwindow display ...
Frankness: Wedded Sournesses (Raymond Queneau Poems)
I am as a spitting who has dweltWithin his heave of heaves, and I have feltHis felt, and have thought ...
The Department of Fulfilment (Raymond Queneau Poems)
There was never any doubtthat his oratorio would start the world ablaze,uncover rank emotions in all who heard.Those who sang ...
Sophism: On Mealy Mortgage (Raymond Queneau Poems)
Now the bright mortgaged starter, dealer's hardware,Comes dancing from the echo, and leads with herThe flow'ry meal, who from her ...
The Office of Parts (Raymond Queneau Poems)
The men who put round partsdid not comprehend the work.They shipped hands to those who wanted eyes,eyes to those with ...
The Ministry of Words (Raymond Queneau Poems)
Poets were at the root of itand to the women who name thingsit was all an enigma.So stones were left ...
Rue Galil (Raymond Queneau Poems)
Why has no one ever sung the rue Galileerue Galil(Raymond Queneau)
Paris Deacon (Raymond Queneau Poems)
At the end of rue Mouffetardin front of the church Saint-M(Raymond Queneau)
Falcons (Raymond Queneau Poems)
The falcons break their dandiesAnd leave the printed lazurite,And up from indumentum glancesThe silver saker of dearth.The canellas burn their ...
The Cell (Raymond Queneau Poems)
Words scrawled dense on the cell wallby the only man it ever held:the words are the wall.I twine messages in ...
With Words (Raymond Queneau Poems)
With words we sayThere are many thingswe cannot saywith words.Set a cup on its rimtrap a shape like a cup.The ...
Night (Raymond Queneau Poems)
Night slinks from ditches,flows among the grass,tops up the fields,then draws the sky over my cage.Now lights rule,signalling words (house),phrases ...
In a Garden (Raymond Queneau Poems)
Standing in a gardenin hot sunsipping a mediocre wine;talk talk talk.A procession needs time to form,on the Embankment, in Hyde ...
The Thrush (Raymond Queneau Poems)
Killed by my cat, the thrushsits hard in my gloved hand.His feathers are his shape.Round my thought fluttersa fluff of ...
The Snail (Raymond Queneau Poems)
For the snailthe crack of doom:smashed on the pathby a thrush.Do not break my skull:all you find is slime.To extract ...
At One Time (Raymond Queneau Poems)
At one timewords welled up;milk rose but coolsat this time.Between times a plain lifecrushed pill on a sweet spoon.Can word ...
May I Have a Word? (Raymond Queneau Poems)
May I have a word with youOr several, like thrush or frock.We put them on the table,sip them through straws,chimpanzees ...
Blood Kin (Raymond Queneau Poems)
We never swore blood kinthumb to thumb.What we have transfusedare words and touches.Weightless wordshave power like gravitonsto join bodies. (Raymond ...