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Yves Bonnefoy was one of the greatest living voices of French poetry. In Ursa Major, his sixth book published by Seagull Books, he explores in profound new ways the mysteries of human consciousness. Readers find snatches of conversations—overheard, dropped without any possible conclusion—each pregnant with half-hidden, half-visible meaning. Translucent, punctuated with silences, the poems of Ursa Major are like stones picked up, turned over and set back down on the edge of life. Countless voices traverse us; endless, almost, as the meanders of dreams or the starry scintillations of summer nights. Only listen, and a few words rise from the murmur, referring to precise things, making allusions one would like to understand, offering opinions perhaps worth mulling over. With these words Bonnefoy introduces the collection, newly rendered into English by the master translator Beverly Bie Brahic, illuminated by graphic artist Sunandini Banerjee. This deeply moving sequence of prose poems invites readers to attend to the multitudinous voices that carry on their conversations within us, to trust them—‘just as on summer nights we would lie down in the grass of the meadow, behind our houses, to go forth among the millions of stars with a feeling of falling’

Yves Bonnefoy

Yves Bonnefoy (24 June 1923, Tours – 1 July 2016 Paris) was a French poet and art historian.He also published a number of translations, most notably the plays of William Shakespeare which are considered among the best in French. He was professor at the Collège de France from 1981 to 1993 and is the author of several works on art, art history, and artists including Miró and Giacometti, and a monograph on Paris-based Iranian artist Farhad Ostovani. The Encyclopædia Britannica states that Bonnefoy was ″perhaps the most important French poet of the latter half of the 20th century

Title

Ursa Major

Author

Yves Bonnefoy

Publisher

Seagull Books

Number of Pages

50

Language

English (US)

Category

  • Poetry
  • First Published

    JAN 2016

    Yves Bonnefoy was one of the greatest living voices of French poetry. In Ursa Major, his sixth book published by Seagull Books, he explores in profound new ways the mysteries of human consciousness. Readers find snatches of conversations—overheard, dropped without any possible conclusion—each pregnant with half-hidden, half-visible meaning. Translucent, punctuated with silences, the poems of Ursa Major are like stones picked up, turned over and set back down on the edge of life. Countless voices traverse us; endless, almost, as the meanders of dreams or the starry scintillations of summer nights. Only listen, and a few words rise from the murmur, referring to precise things, making allusions one would like to understand, offering opinions perhaps worth mulling over. With these words Bonnefoy introduces the collection, newly rendered into English by the master translator Beverly Bie Brahic, illuminated by graphic artist Sunandini Banerjee. This deeply moving sequence of prose poems invites readers to attend to the multitudinous voices that carry on their conversations within us, to trust them—‘just as on summer nights we would lie down in the grass of the meadow, behind our houses, to go forth among the millions of stars with a feeling of falling’
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