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	{{Title\|October\|''[[Wikipedia:Gaston Miron\|Gaston Miron]]''\|October 1961<br /><br />Transcripted by [[User:Liberlogos\|Benoît Rheault]] from:<br /><br />''[http://www.amazon.com/March-Love-Gaston-Miron/dp/0821408771 The March to Love]''}}		{{Title\|October\|''[[Wikipedia:Gaston Miron\|Gaston Miron]]''\|October 1961<br /><br />Transcripted by [[User:Liberlogos\|Benoît Rheault]] from:<br /><br />''[http://www.amazon.com/March-Love-Gaston-Miron/dp/0821408771 The March to Love]''}}

	~~October~~

	The man of the hour has the face of a scourged Christ <br/>		The man of the hour has the face of a scourged Christ <br/>
	and you, Land of Quebec, Mother Courage <br/>		and you, Land of Quebec, Mother Courage <br/>

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	the russet sound of roe-deer in the sunlight <br/>		the russet sound of roe-deer in the sunlight <br/>
	this is our future, clear <br/>		this is our future, clear <br/>
	<nowiki> and commited</nowiki>		<nowiki> and commited</nowiki>

	~~- Tr.~~ by Marc Plourde		== Notes ==
			This is a translation by Marc Plourde of Gaston Miron's poem ''L'Octobre''. This translation is from ''The March to Love'', a book published in 1987 in English by ''Ohio University Press''.

Liberlogos at 17:24, 3 April 2008

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October

The man of the hour has the face of a scourged Christ 
and you, Land of Quebec, Mother Courage 
in your long march you are swollen 
with our painful infectious dreams 
witht the uncounted wasting of bodies and souls 

upland back there I was born 
your son in the old grated mountains of the north 
I hurt and ache with the bite of birth 
while in my arms my youth blushes 

here are my knees so that men may forgive us 
we have allowed our fathers' spirit to be degraded 
we have allowed the word's splendor to be debased 
till we were ashamed and hating ourselves in our brothers 
we didn't know how to bind our suffering's roots 
to the universal pain in each man hollowed out 

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 
<nowiki> and commited</nowiki>

- Tr. by Marc Plourde