Poetry/ "Pascal Monnier's epic poem BAYART is a meditation on the historical Bayard, the renowned chevalier sans peur et sans repoche. But it is many other things as well: recollections of childhood, erotic reverie, a treatise on color and on the art of depiction, and a disquisition on the senses and the objects that attract them.Ravishing to the eye and ear, deeply unsettling yet offering consolations of its own, BAYART marks a step forward in late twentieth-century poetry. Cole Swensen's translation is simply amazing"-John Ashbery
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