Translated from French by Howard Scott In this, her third volume of poetry, this Aboriginal writer from Quebec again confronts the loss of her landscape and language. On my left hip a face I walk I walk upright like a shadow a people on my hip a boatload of fruit and the dream inside women and children first "A cry rises in me and transfigures me. The world waits for woman to come back as she was born: woman standing, woman powerful, woman resurgent. A call rises in me