Pierre Reverdy

" Pierre Reverdy, who was close to Picasso and Braque and was enormously admired by the surrealists, is one the greatest of modern French poets and one of the most elusive. His work is at once impersonal and intimate, crystalline and opaque, simplicity itself and mysterious as can be. Paul Auster has described his poems as combining an "intense inwardness with a proliferation of sensual data.... The poet seems to evaporate, to vanish into the haunted country he has created...as if Reverdy had emptied the space of the poem in order to let the reader inhabit it." Auster is only one of many American writers to be drawn to the mystery of Reverdy's unsettling world. There is also Frank O'Hara, who carried Reverdy's poems in his pocket and wrote (in lines that don't just mention but echo Reverdy): and surely we shall not continue to be unhappy we shall be happy but we shall continue to be ourselves everything continues to be possible Rene Char, Pierre Reverdy, Samuel Beckett it is possible isn't it I love Reverdy for saying yes, though I don't believe it. And John Ashbery has shown himself to be no less devoted than his friend O'Hara to Reverdy, whose poems he has translated throughout h