The Present Hour

In The Present Hour, a personal narrative surfaces in splinters and shards. Every word from Yves Bonnefoy is multifaceted, like the fragmented figures seen from different angles in cubist painting—as befits a poet who has written extensively about artists such as Goya, Picasso, Braque and Gris. Throughout this moving collection, Bonnefoy’s poems echo each other, returning to and elaborating upon key images, thoughts, feelings and people. Intriguing and enigmatic, this mixture of sonnet sequences and prose poems — or, as Bonnefoy sees them,dream texts’—move from his meditations on friendship and friends like Jorge Luis Borges to a long, discursive work in free verse that is a self-reflection on his thought and process. These poems are the ultimate condensation of Bonnefoy’s ninety years of life and writing and they will be a valuable addition to the canon of his writings available in English. Beverley Bie Brahic does a splendid job of translating the latest work of Yves Bonnefoy. She catches his unique combination of human detail and a groping for the beyond [. . .] Brahic does full justice to the profoundly moving text—with its frequent shifts between the personal and the searchingly philosophical.’ — Joseph Frank, author of Responses to Modernity