Like bats my true forefathers
flew and fell against the darkness
of that metaphorical cave.
But the world has changed:
now when candid towers
fall, it takes at least
a poet laureate to tell us
that we deserved it.
But you who now circulate,
among the shadows
of a deeper cave;
You whom I see
In waking dreams
And you who crumble to ashes
With each and every
tentative touch;
Tell me, what revenge
Will bring you back?
You were my Latvian
Tale of Magic, a siren
Born in the vision
Of Maija Tabaka ‘s Self-Portrait. |
Alexandre Amprimoz is a poet, critic, translator, writer and
programmer. He teaches Modern Languages, Literatures and Cultures
at Brock University, St. Catharines, Ontario Canada. Books include:
A Season For Birds: Selected poems by Pierre Morency. Translation.
Toronto: Exile Press, 1990; Venice At Her Mirror: Essay by Robert
Marteau. Translation. Toronto: Exile Press, 1990 ; Nostalgies de
l'ange. Ottawa: Editions du Vermillon, 1993. He has recently published
poems in: Antigonish Review, Octavo, DMQ, Poet's Canvas Dégaine
ta rime, Resurrétion, Hélices and Litté Réalité
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