A Lovely Wallpaper

Jean Follain's "The Worth of Bread" with Andrew Seguin

49 min · 2. helmi 2026
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In this episode, Abby interviews Andrew Seguin, poet and translator, about his books The Room in Which I Work, a poetic exploration of the early photographer Nicéphore Niépce, and Earthly, his new selected translations of French poet Jean Follain. Together, they present “The Worth of Bread” by Jean Follain. Recitation begins at 42:02. The Worth of Bread Jean Follain Listening with his hands on the table where the insects crawl someone sees time wince the russet plain spreads wide with its dried-up river the pleasures of the flesh have gone by night falls fast bringing its probing lamps nothing remains but the worth of bread with white eyes from which a slice is taken in the dark.

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