Vowels 1. My version avoiding letter E

A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu: voyelles, Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes: A, noir corset velu des mouches éclatantes Qui bombinent autour des puanteurs cruelles, Golfes d’ombre; E, candeurs des vapeurs et des tentes, Lances des glaciers fiers, rois blancs, frissons d’ombelles; I, pourpres, sang craché, rire des lèvres belles Dans la colère ou les ivresses pénitentes; U, cycles, vibrements divins des mers virides, Paix des pâtis semés d’animaux, paix des rides Que l’alchimie imprime aux grands fronts studieux; O, suprême clairon plein des strideurs étranges, Silences traversés des Mondes et des Anges: – O l’Oméga, rayon violet de Ses Yeux! Georges Perc's version in his book 'La Disparition' which avoids the letter E: A noir, (Un blanc), I roux, U safran, O azur: Nous saurons au jour dit ta vocalisation: A, noir carcan poilu d'un scintillant morpion Qui bombinait autour d'un nidoral impur, Caps obscurs; qui, cristal du brouillard ou du Khan, Harpons du fjord hautain, Rois Blancs, frissons d'anis? I, carmins, sang vomi, riant ainsi qu'un lis Dans un courroux ou dans un alcool mortifiant; U, scintillations, rond divins du flot marin, Paix du pâtis tissu d'animaux, paix du fin Sillon qu'un fol savoir aux grands fronts imprima; O, finitif clairon aux accords d'aiguisoir, Soupirs ahurissant Nadir ou Nirvâna: O l'omicron, rayon violin dans son Voir !

A black, X blank, I blood, U grass, O sky: I’ll bring to light your backgrounds. Wait a bit. A, smooth black armour of a flashing fly Buzzing around a vicious stinking pit, Dark gulfs; X, fair camp-canvas, vapour-drips, Alp-cusps, snow-kings and shaking fumitory; I, crimsons, spat blood, luscious laughing lips, Furious, or only drunk with saying sorry: U, holy rhythms of a Gaian main, Calm grazing-grounds of cows, calm brows and brain That witchcraft furrows, mind-span that absorbs; O, mighty trump, full-blown with wondrous chords, Still voids for flights of worlds and spirit-birds. O, big round O, viola-ray, O Orbs! That was with E thrown out. This is With A thrown out: Written by the youthful genius from C-Mézières (Nil.)... E pure white, I red, U green, O blue: I’ll tell your origins in just one jiffy. First, sleek jet corset of some flies which flew Like buzz-bombs over sink-holes fiercely whiffy, Dim depths; E, tents or white condensing drips, proud snow-crests, virgin kings, the trembling umbel; I, crimsons, blood-gouts, luscious chortling lips, Once furious, or drunk, but now quite humble: U, holy rhythms of the snot-green brine, Furrows incised on brows, whose chemistries Conjure gold spells; quiet greenbelt strewn with kine; O, mighty trump, full-blown with wondrous chords, Still voids for flights of worlds or spirit-birds: O, big round O, lobbed violet of Her Eyes! Without letter I by the ne’er-do-well wonder-boy who stole La Mauté’s husband, A black, E snow, J blood, U green, O blue: My task: your backgrounds have to be revealed. A, sleek black corset of a fly that flew around a swamp malodorous, concealed, Buzzy; E, canvas tents and puffs of steam, Proud snowy crests, proud monarchs, trembly umbel; J, purples, blood-gouts, lovely mouths that stream Laughter of rage, once drunk perhaps, now humble; U, holy groundhog throb of snot-green seas, The peace of beast-strewn pastures, peace of ruts Dug by dark spells on brows of PhD’s; O, the last trump, full of strange brazen brays, Mute tracts traversed by worlds’ and angels’ routes, O Omega, those eyeballs’ purple rays! Without U by the whippersnapper from Charleville-Mézières, A black, E white, I blood, X grass, O sky: Here’s how the whole gang started. Wait a bit. A, smooth black corset of a flashing fly prancing atop an evil stinking pit, black holes; E, canvas tents, condensing drips, white kings, fierce glacier-spears, the cowslip’s shiver; I, crimson, spat blood, mirth of lovely lips Enraged, or tipsy, off to see the shriver; X, cycles, holy throb of snot-green seas, The peace of beast-strewn meadows, peace of grooves That witchcraft scored on brows of PhD’s; O, the last blast, blown with weird brazen brays, Still voids traversed by worlds’ and angels’ hooves, O Orbs, great Omega, viola-rays! Without UE Thank that blatant makar, a faraway castaway at Harar A night, X snow, I blood, Y grass, O sky: How did that gang start off, now? Wait a bit. A, smooth black thorax of a flashing fly prancing atop an evil stinking pit, black voids; X, canvas camps and foggy drips, snow-kings, high glacial swords, a cowslip’s frisson; I, crimson, spat blood, mirth of tasty lips Angry, or tipsy, off to find a parson; Y, holy rhythmic throb of briny snots, Calm grazing-grass of moo-cows, calm of spraints That magic’s drawn on brows of toiling swots; O, mighty blast, blown hard with odd brass brays, Still voids, tram-tracks of worlds and flying saints: O Orbs, big Royal Orbs, viola-rays! Without O Arthur Rimbaud scripsit, scalpsit, slurpsit A black, E white, I red, U green, Z sky: What lies behind these items? Wait a bit. A, shiny hull that guards a flashing fly Buzzing beside an evil stinking pit, Dark gulfs; E, fair camp-canvas, misty drips, Alp-cusps, pale kings and lilies vacillating; I, scarlet, spat red cells, sweet laughing lips, Irate, unless half-cut with exculpating: U, cycles, drums that grace a Gaian main, Calm heifers’ pastures ; tranquil temples, brain Adept at study, wrinkled by witchcraft; Z, mighty trumpet-blast, replete with genius, Vacuums where angels flit and planets waft: Z, zigzag Z-ray, plump and purple Zinnias! This is with E, I, U all thrown out. Do thank A.R., that vocal makar, a faraway castaway at Harar! A black, X snow, Y blood, Z grass, O sky: My task’s to show how all that lot locks on. A, smooth black thorax of a flash-brat fly that swoops atop a nasty hollow john,   dark blots; X, canvas camps and drops of fogs, snow-lords, cold polar swords, and blooms that worry; Y, maroon, spat blood, hoots, and tasty snogs, Angry or blotto, two ways to say sorry;       Z, calm of pastor’s grass that’s food for cows, Salt snot-floods’ holy rhythms; calm of cwms                 Laboratory-drawn on scholars’ brows;   O, top-rank blasts, blown hard for odd brass brays, Good ghosts on non-clang pathways, worlds on zooms: - O Grand, O Final Orbs! O gamma-rays! EEEEE Extreme verses! We’ve kept the E, we’ve eschewed the rest, we never needed them. We persevered! E jet, E sleet, E red, E green, E… See Whence these emerged! We’re exegetes: we’ll tell. E, welded vestments the resplendent bee Needs, when she seeks the sewer’s repellent smell, Grey depths; E, wet sheens, essences, speedwells, Ellesmere’s deep-freezes, Re e neve, tents; E, belched red cells, the glee des lèvres belles: She’s vexed… let’s see! She’s legless, she repents! E, wheels, celestes, green meres where petrels breed, Self-seeded beeves well-rested where they feed, Experts’ meek temples, trenches hexes pressed; E, endless sennets, revellers’ blended cheers, The ether’s messengers, the seven seers; E, EVEREST, E’S EYES, THE LEVEL BEST!!!