[I am from nowhere...] Poem by Louise Dupré

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