Poetry. Hybrid Genre. Environmental Studies. Translated from the French by Joshua Corey and Jean-Luc Garneau. There is no escape from trees by means of trees. The ordinary objects to which Francis Ponge directs his attention–a tree, an oyster, a cigarette–come uncannily alive in his seminal first book of prose poems, newly translated by Joshua Corey and Jean-Luc Garneau. Published in 1942, as Ponge was enlisting in the Resistance to the Nazi occupation of France, these poems offer their own dryly humorous resistance to our tendency to take things for granted as either dead matter or as commodities for our disposal. Arch, alive, and unexpectedly profound, here is a new Ponge for the age of hyperobjects and the revenge of nature, a poet of the Anthropocene avant la lettre.