Translated by William Vallières
In the time of leaves falling,published in Ottawa by above/ground press
when there are more leaves falling
than on the bough,
in a poverty that keeps me cowed,
that comes at me from all around
like sneaky winter
coldly covering my verse,
my reel starts with a laden purse
of sad stories.
Poor sense and perspicacity
God gave me, the King of glory,
and poorer means,
and a cold ass when the winds freeze:
the ice of winds rip through me;
it is often,
too too often that I feel the wind.
My reels promise to make a mint
and they do:
I get a pound on the sou
for every misery, a fortune
Poverty is again on me:
its door is wide open wide to me;
I am the guest
kept at its meagre breast.
In rain wet, in heat, all baked red:
I go naked! ("Winter Reel")
as part of above/ground press’ thirtieth anniversary
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy
William Vallières is a Montreal poet. His work has appeared in The Walrus, Best Canadian Poetry 2019, Grain, periodicities, Event, Plenitude, and other places. His first book of poetry, Versus, is out with Véhicule Press. He’s currently working on a book about the eccentric Québécois inventor—his grandfather—Jean St-Germain.
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