Academic journal article Transactions of the American Philosophical Society

Max Jacob at Saint Benoît

Academic journal article Transactions of the American Philosophical Society

Max Jacob at Saint Benoît

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The noonday square. Plane leaves, dust:

they scurry in heat shimmering gusts.

Even shadows rustle. The Belgians are gone.

The tiny terrier trots alone.

Max prayed here, le grand poseur,

salon mystic and littérateur,

but fourteen years, remember, that's one hell

of a pose for a Paris swell.

He had an infallible sense of scene.

See that stone soul torn limb from limb

between the devils and seraphim?

Romanesque, of course, for Max to preen

his own soul's pretty plumage here

year after tiresome dusty year.

And still, it wasn't easy. Quel ennui!

This flat, hot land, the sluggish Loire;

daily, nightly, daily: prière, devoir;

no more blue-yellow visions of Christ on the tree

(from Max's aquarelle), no more cinémathèque

blue movie Maries scolding "pauvre Max"

(to scandalize confessors),

no more dandified mystics dogging his tracks. …

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