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ISBN 978-1-909585-18-8
First published May 2016
; 70 pp
paperback with endpapers; 198 x 129 mm

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Beverley Bie Brahic is a poet and translator. A Canadian, she lives in Paris and California. Her translation of selected poems by Francis Ponge, Unfinished Ode to Mud (CBe, 2008) was widely praised and was a finalist for the 2009 Popescu Prize for European poetry in translation; her translations of poems by Apollinaire, The Little Auto, were published by CBe in early 2012.
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Beverley Bie Brahic  Hunting the Boar

Poetry Book Society Recommendation

       Interrogation, the routine

       humiliation – stifled cries

       like sex, like birth: expulsed from

       (some concertina-wired town)


       like the bodies she sees

       on the world’s front page

       dumped like dirty clothes

       in front of the machine.


 ‘I want this to happen in a second / on the page,’ Brahic writes in ‘Stations in the Metro’. ‘But the mind keeeps thinking other things.’ Poised and intimately crafted, Brahic’s poems flicker restlessly in their attention to everything – history, memories, food, desire – that is the present moment.


‘Beverley Bie Brahic’s shorter poems, her sonnets and Baudelaire translations, for example, are an elegant pleasure, but she can tailor her narratives in various apt but unusual widths and lengths . . . There’s a new music in these poems, and, while it originates in an oral tradition of story-telling, Brahic translates it brilliantly into the poetic line.’
     – Carol Rumens, The Poetry Review

Beverley Bie Brahic is a prize-winning translator of Apollinaire, Yves Bonnefoy and Francis Ponge. Her previous collection, White Sheets
, was shortlisted for the Forward Prize:


‘A book of craft, music and a collected vision of life that provides pleasure on every page.’
     – Eavan Boland


‘Perhaps partly because of Brahic’s translation work, there’s a sense of joy in language . . . White Sheets is immensely readable, skilfully crafted and rich with ideas and feeling.’
     – Katherine Stansfield, Magma

‘Brahic writes with singular, and non-sentimental, brilliance.’

     – Ian Pople, Manchester Review