Pierre Elliott Trudeau:
Loves so fine and so rare
Saturday, September 30, 2000
As for me, I find myself thinking yet again of that beautiful verse from the Rimbaud poem Ma Bohème that I quoted in my farewell speech to the Liberal Party's leadership convention in June 1984:
I went off with my fists in torn pockets;
My coat was completely threadbare.
I followed you, Muse, where you led me,
Dreamed of loves -- ah -- so fine and so rare.
I feel that the Canadian people and I did dream together for such loves in challenging times -- love for ourselves, love for our country, love for more peace and justice in the world. To some extent, we rebuilt, renewed, strengthened, and completed this country we all carry within ourselves. I look back on those days, and the people I met, with warm memories. And now, as long as there are fascinating new places to explore, new pathways to discover through the forests, new stars to notice in the wilderness sky, new experiences to share, and books to read, I will -- God willing -- remain a happy man.
From Memoirs, by Pierre Elliott Trudeau, published by McClelland & Stewart Ltd.