For As Far as the Eye Can See
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Robert Melançon is one of Québec’s most revered contemporary poets and a two-time winner of the Governor General’s Award. A longtime translator of Canadian poet A.M. Klein, Melançon has been the poetry columnist for Le Devoir and the Radio-Canada program En Toutes Lettres; he is also a critic and has been a professor at the University of Montreal. In addition to the Governor General's Award he is a past recipient of the Prix Victor-Barbeau and the Prix Alain-Grandbois.
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For As Far as the Eye Can See - Robert Melançon
Snow, over roofs, and trees, and the ground,
in answer to the wash-tint that stands for sky,
is brighter than this inky light of day.
Between the post office chimney and
the radio tower, a pigeon’s tracing
a hyberbole, erased behind him as he flies.
A wire-running squirrel has followed
the telephone line across to the maple tree,
of which he’s exploring the ramifications.
One might search in vain for any other event
in this theatre reduced to almost nothing,
enclosed by mounting tiers of brick houses.
Between the buildings a bloated sun wanders
from window to window through a multi-storeyed
sky ruled off in glass and metal squares.
Sometimes a bird will hit this hardened
space, through which the far-off clouds parade.
The street sinks deeper into evening; cars
inch ahead in compact lines, stopping
at red lights that mirror the setting sun,
then beginning again their endless
caterpillar crawl. On the sidewalks,
the crowd trudges past under the sightless
gaze of mannequins in shop windows.
A cloud of newsprint birds flies up and off
across the square where night drifts down.
Soon waves of workers will be pouring out
in a swelling rush, more and more of them
from the subway station on the southeast corner.
A man wrapped in rags and crouching close
by the entrance to a tower built in a single block
of glass and metal, looks out of place with it all.
He sets a cardboard sign in front of him.
Cars pass, and a bus. Sunlight rinses down
over the cornices, runs from floor to floor and
reaches this man, weighed down by all of space.
A flock of pigeons sweeps down on the snow,
pecks at bread. This morning the park
is a rippled expanse over which the sun
sparkles too brightly for the eye to bear. Does
the soul retain such a blaze of whiteness? The
soul evolves into all that it has known; everything,
for the soul, is substance and accretion
as soon as a semblance of order appears.
Thus the trees become columns, holding aloft
the dome of heaven between walls of wind,
yet this temple collapses immediately
in a rush of unanimous wings.
Three birds you have no time to identify
fly through the leafless branches of the trees
against a backdrop of blue, of clouds, of sun.
The bells of a church summon you to noble
thoughts, but you do not pause for those.
A silent Buddha, sitting under a maple tree,
smokes meditatively while watching traffic.
A red dog pauses at the base of a trash can, sniffs,
leaves a few drops of urine and resumes his round.
You exchange a look with the contemplative
sitting on his bench. No doubt these tiny happenings
are written in him as well, and will be erased.
The books set out on the shelves, the sun
outlining squares on the table,
the bouquet of pens in a glass, a few pages
covered with a writing difficult to read,
crossed out. Beyond the windowpane,
the tracery of branches, the ranks of roofs
covered with snow, some brick walls, then
blue space for as far as the eye can see.
From time to time the wind lifts the red-
and-white flag on the post office. Some pigeons
go wheeling through the air. A squirrel runs
along the telephone wire, then disappears.
Above the streets, where there’s nothing
but deserted space, the rising moon might
as well be an aspirin tablet, awash
in the sweep where the stars dissolve.
The stretch of roadway is covered in dust
with, here and there, some patches of ice.
It all seems hard and tight. How many can
be out at this late hour, and in such cold?
Only those few whose task it is:
policemen, ambulance and taxi drivers,
and others with nowhere to go, to be seen,
motionless, in the recesses of buildings.
We hear the cries of seagulls, which give
the city an ocean-front air, such a long
long way from the sea. Streaky clouds roll
through the blue expanse of foamy crests.
Missing are the whiff of iodine, the scent of seaweed,
but the wind’s blowing