The images are limpid and precise: the poet's hand is sure in creating images that are unforgettable in their purity. There is no hesitation here, no fumbling for effect, no padding. Every word springs from a need, each syllable has weight. -- Claude Hamel, Le Canada
All night long it's been snowing/ And this morning/ The mountain is in bloom./ All night long she's been weeping/ And this morning /She died with a cry