Photograph by Diane Nadeau Monsieur Hugo December 99 |
Poems: Monsieur Hugo
Photograph by Diane NadeauMonsieur HugoHave you a moment for my words, sir?
I want to ask you a favour,Your book came to me as a surprise,
From that living museum,
The Forres auction mart,I meant to look at it more,
But the language was beyond me at that time,
And when I could understand,
It was time for it to fly,
Across the ocean,
To hands that will cherish itBut my friend sends your words back again,
Monsieur Hugo,
You would love to see them too,
In this new medium,Your sparkling poetry,
Laced with beautiful colours,
And garlanded with Peonies
From an outpost,
Of your precious francophone world,I'm sure you'd praise the work sir,
Of the gifted poetess,
That has coloured in your page,
You'd raise a glass,
To the heart and soul,
Of the one who relayed your creation,She sees her own talent so small,
Beside yours,
I'd be delighted if you told her sir,
That every poet has a place,
Under the shelter of space and time,
Every poet, a light,
Every poet, liberty's presence with the dawn.December 99
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