Louise Dupré

Louise Dupré Poems

I am from nowhere, when the heavens shrink down, of no forest, of no city,
a female sitting in female smallness seeking in a hidden window her face.
In the minding of my death, there, in the precise instant when breathing
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And I enter the dishevelled hair of the gardens, the night, with those lamps
illuminating the willows and the sluggish air leaning against the rockery,
since everything sleeps, children, their books of birds whose songs are
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Louise Dupré Biography

Louise Dupré, born in Sherbrooke in 1949, is a poet, novelist, playwright, and essayist. She studied at the University of Sherbrooke and the Université de Montréal, where she earned a Ph.D. in literature. Her thesis was concerned with the new Quebec women’s poetry. From 1981 to 1984, she was part of the Remue-Ménage collective, where she was responsible for manuscript development. In 1988, she joined the editorial board of the magazine Voix et Images: Littérature québécoise, which she directed from 1995 to 1998.)

The Best Poem Of Louise Dupré

[I am from nowhere...]

I am from nowhere, when the heavens shrink down, of no forest, of no city,
a female sitting in female smallness seeking in a hidden window her face.
In the minding of my death, there, in the precise instant when breathing
quit me, I rock myself with no noise, surprised I am intact now, in the will
of the world, again, offering my name to the gnawing of the sun. Because
it is still day even if the day has died, and I keep watch over the bouquets
of cemeteries. I keep myself to myself, quiet, amongst so many souls who
could not resist.

translated by by Tim Lilburn

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