Poetry Month: Breton & Desnos

Today’s batch comes from the French. Yeah, the French. The Black Widow Press has done a lot of work retranslating and reprinting French poets, some of which are pretty remarkable. Some slip too quickly into the pitfalls of surrealism to be as engaging as I’d like, but I admire the ambition. Here’s a poem by Andre Breton that greatly impacted me when I stumbled across it a few years back. And here’s one by Robert Desnos that pretty much kills.