OCTOBER
I will join my burning companions whose struggle
breaks and shares the bread of our common lot
in the quicksand huddles of grief
we will make you, Land of Quebec
a bed of resurrections
and a thousand lightning metamorphoses
of our leavens from which the future shall rise
and of our wills which will concede nothing
men shall hear your pulse beating through history
this is us winding through the October autumn
the russet sound of roe-deer in the sunlight
this is our future, clear and committed
—GASTON MIRON, TRANSLATION BY D. J. JONES AND MARC PLOURDE