Blueberries and Apricots

In this, her third volume of poetry, this Aboriginal writer from Quebec again confronts the loss of her landscape and language. On my left hip a face I walk I walk upright like a shadow a people on the hip a fruit boat and dream in women and children first ?A cry rises in me and transfigures me. The world waits for the woman to return as she was born: woman standing, woman power, woman resurgence. A call rises in me and I decided to say yes to my birth.?