come in it’s open
A house exposes itself, unlocked, ready to welcome whoever wishes to warm up, or simply sleep. From this winter calendar fall a few white poems—amidst the snow, the eyes, and the night. They follow on from each other, carefully chiselled pieces which Sébastien Dulude wanted to be freezing in form and warm in speech. The frostbite, the mulled wine, the frozen pipes, the radiators, the condensation on the glass, the storm: ouvert l’hiver draws these images known to our northern imagination on either side of luminous windows beside which the subject hesitates.
These poems, delicate but sonorous, obsessively crafted, aspire to merge beauty with harshness, warmth with discomfort, inside an intimacy tinged with ambiguity.
80 pages, 978-2-923530-96-3, $19.95