Man and woman emerge from the night and wager everything they have in order to assure their own survival. Intransigence of this kind is tolerable only if tempered by tenderness, and we find plenty of gentleness in these pages. This is a translation of selected poems which Louise Dupré herself chose from her published work.
One morning, you sat down to write. It was summer ... life in full swing, love was in the air ... Later, in the afternoon, you heard the one you love pronounce the word illness, and right then fiction faded and was replaced by reality. You wept.