Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Poems sorted chronologically, from The New Oxford Book of Canadian Verse in English

Poems sorted chronologically, from The New Oxford Book of Canadian Verse in English
AuthorTitleFirst LinesPageYear
Robert HaymanThe Pleasant Life in NewfoundlandThe Aire in Newfoundland-land is wholesome, good11628
Joseph StansburyTo CordeliaBelieve me, Love, this vagrant life21784
Oliver GoldsmithThe Lonely SettlerWhat noble courage must their hearts have fired51825
Standish O'GradyWinter in Lower CanadaThou barren waste; unprofitable strand31841
Charles HeavysegeThe Winter GalaxyThe stars are glittering in the frosty sky71855
Charles SangsterThe Thousand IslandsThe bark leaps love-fraught from the land; the sea111856
Charles SangsterFrom 'Sonnets Written in the Orillia Woods'Our life is like a forest, where the sun131860
Alexander McLachlanThe ArrivalSoon we entered in the woods91861
Alexander McLachlanSongOld England is eaten by knaves81861
Charles HeavysegeThe DeadHow great unto the living seem the dead!71865
Alexander McLachlanWe Live in a Rickety HouseWe live in a rickety house101874
Isabella Valancy CrawfordA BattleSlowly the Moon her banderoles of light181874
Isabella Valancy CrawfordThe Camp of SoulsMy white canoe, like the silvery air191880
Isabella Valancy CrawfordThe Dark StagA startled stag, the blue-grey Night211883
Isabella Valancy CrawfordSaid the CanoeMy masters twain made me a bed231884
Charles G.D. RobertsThe Potato HarvestA high bare field, brown from the plough, and borne291886
Charles G.D. RobertsTantramar RevisitedSummers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow271886
Charles MairFrom 'Tecumseh'There was a time on this fair continent131886
Archibald LampmanHeatFrom plains that reel to southward, dim331888
Wilfred CampbellIndian SummerAlong the line of smoky hills391888
Wilfred CampbellThe Winter LakesOut in a world of death far to the northward lying401889
Bliss CarmanLow Tide on Grand PréThe sun goes down, and over all421893
Charles G.D. RobertsThe MowingThis is the voice of high midsummer's heat301893
Charles G.D. RobertsThe Pea-FieldsThese are the fields of light, and laughing air301893
Charles G.D. RobertsThe Herring WeirBack to the green deeps of the outer bay311893
Duncan Campbell ScottAt the CedarsYou had two girls—Baptiste—471893
Wilfred CampbellHow One Winter Came in the Lake RegionFor weeks and weeks the autumn world stood still411893
Wilfred CampbellMorning on the ShoreThe lake is blue with morning; and the sky421893
Archibald LampmanIn NovemberWith loitering step and quiet eye341895
Archibald LampmanThe City of the End of ThingsBeside the pounding cataracts351895
Frederick George ScottThe Unnamed LakeIt sleeps among the thousand hills461897
William Henry DrummondThe Log JamDere's a beeg jam up de reever, w'ere rapide is runnin' fas'251897
Archibald LampmanWinter EveningTo-night the very horses springing by381899
Archibald LampmanA ThunderstormA moment the wild swallows like a flight381899
Archibald LampmanTo a MillionaireThe world in gloom and splendour passes by391900
Charles G.D. RobertsThe SkaterMy glad feet shod with the glittering steel311901
Charles MairSong from 'The Last Bison'Hear me, ye smokeless skies and grass-green earth151901
Bliss CarmanLord of My Heart's ElationLord of my heart's elation441903
Duncan Campbell ScottOn the Way to the MissionThey dogged him all one afternoon521905
Duncan Campbell ScottThe ForsakenOnce in the winter491905
Robert ServiceThe Cremation of Sam McGeeThere are strange things done in the midnight sun621907
Bliss CarmanMorning in the HillsHow quiet is the morning in the hills!451912
Pauline E. JohnsonMarshlandsA thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim601912
Pauline E. JohnsonOjistohI am Ojhistoh. I am she, the wife581912
Marjorie PickthallPère LalementI lift the Lord on high821913
John McCraeIn Flanders FIeldsIn Flanders fields the poppies blow611915
Marjorie PickthallQuietCome not the earliest petal here, but only841922
E. J. PrattThe SharkHe seemed to know the harbour661923
Marjorie PickthallTwo SoulsMost reverend Father, I have borne all wrong841925
Theodore Goodridge RobertsThe Blue HeronIn a green place lanced through651926
F.R. ScottThe Canadian Authors MeetExpansive puppets percolate self-unction911927
Dorothy LivesayGreen RainI remember long veils of green rain1341932
Duncan Campbell ScottEn RouteThe train has stopped for no apparent reason571935
Duncan Campbell ScottAt Gull Lake: August, 1810Gull lake set in the rolling prairie—531935
E. J. PrattThe Final MomentsThe fo'c'sle had gone under the creep671935
A.J.M. SmithThe Lonely LandCedar and jagged fir / uplift sharp barbs981936
E. J. PrattSilencesThere is no silence upon the earth or under the earth like the silence under the sea691937
Kennet LeslieHalibut Cove HarvestThe kettle sang the boy to a half-sleep851938
Kennet LeslieSonnetThe silver herring throbbed thick in my seine861938
A.M. KleinHeirloomMy father bequeathed me no wide estates1271940
E. J. PrattThe Martyrdom of Brébeuf and Lalemant, 16 March 1649No doubt in the mind of Brébeuf that this was the last701940
F.R. ScottBrébeuf and his BrethrenWhen Lalemant and de Brébeuf, brave souls921941
Earle BirneyAnglosaxon StreetDawn drizzle ended dampness steams from / blotching brick and blank plasterwaste1061942
Earle BirneySlug in WoodsFor eyes he waves greentipped / taut horns of slime They dipped1141942
Earle BirneyDavidDavid and I that summer cut trails on the Survey1081942
Raymond KnisterBoy Remembers in the FieldWhat if the sun comes out891942
E. J. PrattThe TruantWhat have you there?' the great Panjandrum said751943
Anne MarriottPrairie GraveyardWind mutters thinly on the sagging wire1641945
P.K. PageStories of SnowThose in the vegetable rain retain / an area behind their spouting eyes1791945
Louis DudekGarcia LorcaIt was as if the devil of evil had got / the God of all that is good by the throat2041946
Patrick AndersonFrom 'Poem on Canada': Cold ColloquyWhat are you . . ? they ask, in wonder1701946
A.M. KleinThe Break-upThey suck and whisper it in mercury, / the thermometers. It is shouted red1271948
A.M. KleinIndian Reservation: CaughnawagaWhere are the braves, the faces like autumn fruit1281948
A.M. KleinPortrait of the Poet as LandscapeNot an editorial-writer, bereaved with bartlett1291948
Douglas LePanCoureurs de boisThinking of you, I think of the coureurs de bois1681948
Douglas LePanA Country Without a MythologyNo monuments or landmarks guide the stranger1671948
P.K. PageThe Permanent TouristsSomnolent through landscapes and by trees / nondescript, almost anonymous1861948
George WoodcockImagine the SouthImagine the South from which these migrants fled1591949
James ReaneyThe School GlobeSometimes when I hold / Our faded old globe2531949
James ReaneyThe Upper CanadianI wish I had been born beside a river / Instead of this round pond2541949
Raymond KnisterFebruary's Forgotten MittsShep lies long-bodied upon the auburn grass—901949
Raymond KnisterNellNellie Rakerfield / Came from an estate in Scotland901949
P.K. PagePhotos of a Salt MineHow innocent their lives look, / how like a child's1811951
E. J. PrattThe Pre-Cambrian ShieldOn the North Shore a reptile lay asleep—801952
Earle BirneyBushedHe invented a rainbow but lightning struck it1151952
Raymond SousterLagoons, Hanlan's PointMornings / before the sun's liquid2201952
Raymond SousterThe Man Who Finds That His Son Has Become a ThiefComing into the store at first angry / At the accusation, believing in2191952
Douglas LePanThe Net and the SwordWho could dispute his choice / That in the nets and toils of violence1691953
P.K. PageT-barRelentless, black on white, the cable runs1851953
Patrick AndersonHouses Burning: QuebecA house on fire! We stumbled over the snow1721953
A.J.M. SmithResurrection of ArpOn the third day rose Arp1021954
A.J.M. SmithThe DeadThe dead / Stare out of empty sockets1011954
A.J.M. SmithThe Common ManSomewhere his number must have been betrayed991954
F.R. ScottLaurentian ShieldHidden in wonder and snow, or sudden with summer951954
F.R. ScottLakeshoreThe lake is sharp along the shore931954
F.R. ScottW.L.M.K.How shall we speak of Canada, / Mackenzie King dead?921954
Anne WilkinsonLensThe poet's daily chore / Is my long duty1411955
Anne WilkinsonIn June and Gentle OvenIn June and gentle oven / Summer kingdoms simmer1431955
Anne WilkinsonDaily the DrumDaily the drum is burst / It is not only or foremost1441955
Irving LaytonThe Cold Green ElementAt the end of the garden walk / the wind and its satellite wait for me1481955
Raymond SousterFlight of the Roller CoasterOnce more around should do it, the man confided. . .2211955
Wilfred WatsonEmily CarrLike Jonah in the green belly of the whale1481955
Wilfred WatsonLines: I Praise God's Mankind in an Old WomanI praise God's mankind in an old woman1471955
Irving LaytonThe Fertile MuckThere are brightest apples on those trees / but until I, fabulist, have spoken1501956
Irving LaytonFrom Colony to NationA dull people, / but the rivers of this country1511956
Irving LaytonThe Improved BinocularsBelow me the city was in flames: / the firemen were the first to save1501956
P.K. PageAfter RainThe snails have made a garden of green lace1841956
R.A.D. FordTwenty BelowThe woman watches her husband rubbing his nose1741956
Daryl HineA Bewilderment at the Entrance of the Fat Boy into EdenNo knowing where he was or how he got there, / Led by the gentle sessions of his demons3151957
Daryl HineFabulary Satire iVThe fox and crow, their dirty business finished, / Each in the aqueous landscape played his part3171957
Dorothy RobertsDazzleLight looks from a dazzled leaf / Stares like a small sun1181957
Dorothy RobertsColdMy grandparents lived to a great age in the cold—1181957
Jay MacphersonThe ArkI wait, with those that rest / In darkness till you come2841957
Jay MacphersonThe FishermanThe world was first a private park / Until the angel, after dark2871957
Irving LaytonFor Mao Tse-Tung: A Meditation on Flies and KingsSo, circling about my head, a fly. / Haloes of frantic monotone1521958
Ronald EversonOne-night Expensive HotelEvening outdoors is only a larger lobby1031958
George JohnstonCathleen SweepingThe wind blows, and with a little broom / She sweeps against the cold clumsy sky1631959
George JohnstonWar on the PeripheryAround the battlements go by / Soldier men against the sky1621959
James ReaneyGranny CrackI was a leather skinned harridan / I wandered the county's roads2561959
James ReaneyThe Lost ChildLong have I looked for my lost child. / I head him shake his rattle2571959
Margaret AvisonMeeting together of Poles and Latitudes (In Prospect)Those who fling off, toss head, / Taste the bitter morning, and have at it—1981960
Margaret AvisonSnowNobody stuffs the world in at your eyes. / The optic heart must venture: a jail-break1961960
Margaret AvisonNew Year's PoemThe Christmas twigs crispen and needles rattle / Along the windowledge1971960
Margaret AvisonThawSticky inside their winter suits / The Sunday children stare at pools1961960
Margaret AvisonThe Swimmer's MomentFor everyone / The swimmer's moment at the whirlpool comes1951960
Margaret AvisonCivility a Bogey, or, Two Centuries of Canadian CitiesChinashop at seaborde, / a speckled chinashop1991960
Alden NowlanBeginningFrom that they found most lovely, most abhorred, / my parents made me: I was born like sound2951961
D.G. JonesThe River: North of GuelphThe river is so much mica / running in its shallow curse2791961
D.G. JonesThese Trees Are No Forest of MournersThey had dragged for hours. / The weather was like his body2781961
Leonard CohenYou Have the LoversYou have the lovers, / they are nameless, their histories only for each other3051961
Leonard CohenA Kite Is a VictimA kite is a victim you are sure of. / You love it because it pulls3041961
Al PurdyNight Song for a WomanA few times only, then away, / leaving absence akin to presence2101962
Al PurdyRemains of an Indian VillageUnderfoot rotten boards, forret rubble, bones. . . / Animals were here after the plague2081962
Earle BirneyCan. Lit.since we'd always sky about / when we had eagles they flew out1161962
Earle BirneyThe Bear on the Delhi RoadUnreal tall as a myth / by the road the Himalayan bear1161962
Phyllis WebbPoetics Against the Angel of DeathI am sorry to speak of death again / (some say I'll have a long life)2691962
Phyllis WebbTo Friends Who Have Also Considered SuicideIt's still a good idea. / Its exercise is discipline2701962
Irving LaytonButterfly on RockThe large yellow wings, black-fringed, / were motionless1561963
Irving LaytonA Tall Man Executes a JigSo the man spread his blankets on the field1541963
Malcolm LowryChrist Walks in This Infernal District TooBeneath the Malebolge lies Hastings Street1381963
Malcolm LowryFor 'Under the Volcano'A dead lemon like a cowled old woman crouching in the cold1391963
Malcolm LowryThe Lighthouse Invites the StormThe lighthouse invites the storm and lights it1401963
Malcolm LowryXochitepecThose animals that follow us in dream1401963
Ronald EversonInjured MapleLightning scratched our sugar maple, blood1041963
F.R. ScottNight ClubThe girls, brighter than wine, are clothed and naked961964
George BoweringGrandfatherGrandfather / Jabez Harry Bowering / strode across the Canadian prairie3221964
Leonard CohenHeirloomThe torture scene developed under a glass bell / such as might protect an expensive clock3061964
Phyllis GotliebA Cocker of SnooksWe kept him an hour in the / bottom of a bushel basket, a2491964
Phyllis GotliebThree-handed FugueInto Suburbia between eight and nine / the army of cleaning-women marches2481964
Phyllis GotliebLate GothicFrom the window of my grandfather's / front room above the store I could see2471964
Phyllis GotliebThis One's on Me1. The lives and times of Oedipus and Elektra / began with bloodgrim lust and dark carnality2491964
Raymond SousterThe HunterI carry the ground-hog along by the tail / all the way back to the farm, with the blood2211964
Al PurdyThe Cariboo HorsesAt 100 Mile House the cowboys ride in rolling / stagey cigarettes with one hand reining2101965
Al PurdyThe Country North of BellevilleBush land scrub land— / Cashel Township and Wollaston2121965
Leonard CohenI Have Not Lingered in European MonasteriesI have not lingered in European monasteries / and discovered among the tall grasses tombs of knights3071965
Joe RosenblattIt's in the EggWe are continually bored with the air, / the round doors, the flat tables, the straight spoons3001966
Margaret AvisonThe DumbfoundingWhen you walked here, / took skin, muscle, hair2011966
Margaret AvisonUnspeakableThe beauty of the unused / (the wheatear among birds, or2041966
Margaret AvisonIn a Season of UnemploymentThese green painted park benches are / all new. The Park Commissioner had them2001966
Margaret AvisonA Nameless OneHot in June a narrow winged / long-elbowed-thread-legged2031966
Ralph GustafsonColumbus Reaches Juana, 1492We fled from the sight inland and that night1231966
Robert FinchLast VisitThe place we could never enter hides away still961966
Robert FinchSilverthorn BushI am a dispossessed Ontario wood971966
Alden NowlanSuppose This Moment Some Stupendous QuestionSuppose this moment some stupendous question / such as they asked of Lazrus. The dead2971967
Alden NowlanFor Jean Vincent d'Abbadie, Baron St.-CastinTake heart, monsieur, four-fifths of this province / is still much as you left it: forest, swamp and barren2981967
Alden NowlanIn the Operating RoomThe anesthetist is singing / 'Michael, row the boat shore,2961967
D.G. JonesOn a Picture of Your HouseThe first pale shoots / the plants make flower2811967
D.G. JonesFor SpringEarth holds the sunlit / locks of the snow2821967
David HelwigFor Edward HicksAt least a hundred times, / there's the marvel3281967
David HelwigA Dead WeaselOld snake, old hole in the corner man, / miniature killer, lithe and stinking3291967
Dorothy LivesayWithout Benefit of TapeThe real poems are being written in outports / on backwoods farms1341967
Eli MandelHoudiniI suspect he knew that trunks are metaphors / could distinguish between the finest rhythms2291967
Eli MandelFrom the North Saskatchewanwhen on the high bluff discovering / the river cuts below2281967
George JonasPortrait: The Freedom FighterIn the streetcar conductor's uniform / The man tried to roll himself a cigarette3101967
George JonasTemporalThis is one of those Tuesdays / I want to be old3111967
George WoodcockPoem for Garcia LorcaCount on dead fingers of time the years that pass1601967
Irving LaytonFor Musia's GrandchildrenI write this poem / for your grandchildren1571967
Ken BelfordTurn (a poem in 4 parts)What they are doing is turning / The earth / In ordered furrows4361967
Ken BelfordCarrier IndiansThey have no word for conscience. / Instead, say sdzi, meaning / Heart4381967
Milton AcornThe FightsWhat an elusive target / the brain is! Set up2341967
P.K. PageThe SnowmanAncient nomadic snowman has rolled round1821967
Raymond SousterOn the RougeI can almost see / my father's canoe2221967
Victor ColemanDay Twenty-threeThe ground beneath my feet is cracked . the world / opens to this sense of wracked pain I have4151967
Victor ColemanHow the Death of a City Is Never More Than the Sum of the Deaths of Those Who Inhabit Its SpacesA town might abort / in its early stages / as a woman, the weight4131967
Al PurdyWilderness GothicAcross Roblin Lake, two shores away, / they are sheathing the church spire2141968
Anne WilkinsonNature be DamnedPray where would lamb and lion be / If they lay down in amity?1451968
Daryl HinePoint GreyBrought up as I was to ask of the weather / Whether it was fair or overcast3181968
Gwendolyn MacEwenThe Things Is ViolentSelf, I want you now to be / violent and without history3881968
Gwendolyn MacEwenA Breakfast for Barbariansmy friends, my sweet barbarians, / there is that hunger which is not for food—3871968
Gwendolyn MacEwenManzini: Escape Artistnow there are no bonds except the flesh; listen— / there was this boy, Manzini, stubborn with3861968
Jay MacphersonThe Beauty of Job's DaughtersThe old, the mad, the blind have fairest daughters2881968
Joe RosenblattIchthycideMy uncle was Sabbath crazed / wouldn't flick a switch on Saturday3011968
John NewloveThe PrideThe image/ the pawnees / in their earth-lodge villages3381968
John NewloveWhat Do You Want?I want a good lover / who will not mistreat me3351968
John NewloveSamuel Hearne in WintertimeIn this cold room / I remember the smell of manure3361968
W.W.E. RossIf IceIf / ice shall melt881968
W.W.E. RossThe DiverI would like to dive871968
W.W.E. RossThe Snake TryingThe snake trying / to escape the pursuing stick881968
Dorothy LivesayWaking in the DarkWhenever I see him / in mind's eye1351969
Dorothy LivesayThe UninvitedAlways a third one's there / where any two are walking out1361969
Elizabeth BrewsterDeath by DrowningPlunging downward through the slimy water2251969
Elizabeth BrewsterIf I Could Walk Out into the Cold CountryIf I could walk out into the cold country / And see the white and innocent dawn arise2241969
Elizabeth BrewsterGreat-Aunt RebeccaI remember my mother's Aunt Rebecca / Who remembered very well Confederation2231969
George BoweringDobbinWe found dead animals in our sagebrush hills, / every day it seems now, deer, heads of3231969
George BoweringThe HouseIf I describe my house / I may at last describe my self3241969
George BoweringThe EnviesI watcht as the flung screen door / slammed across our kitten's throat3261969
Gwendolyn MacEwenThe Discoverydo not imagine that the exploration / ends, that she has yielded all her mystery3881969
Gwendolyn MacEwenDark Pines Under WaterThis land like a mirror turns you inward / And you become a forest in a furtive lake3891969
Lionel KearnsForeign AidRelaxing all day in this tropical atmosphere / glass in hand, a mosquito net and fans at night3191969
Lionel KearnsEnvironmentBent old men and women and dirty children scavenging for scraps of paper to pack in immense bundles on their backs for a few centavos3211969
Milton AcornI've tasted my bloodIf this brain's over-tempered / consider that the fire was want2361969
Milton AcornOn Saint-Urbain StreetMy room's bigger than a coffin / but not so well made2361969
Milton AcornKnowing I Live in a Dark AgeKnowing I live in a dark age before history, / I watch my wallet and2371969
Miriam WaddingtonIconsSuddenly they warm me / in middle age in the heatless winters1881969
Phyllis GotliebDeath's Headat 3 a.m. I run mu tongue / around my teeth (take in a breath)2521969
R.A.D. FordSakharaHere the eye is inevitably cast / Down, fixed on the desert1751969
R.A.D. FordEarthquakeThe seasons burn. The wind is dry, / Like the tongue of a sickly dog1761969
Ronald EversonStranded in My OntarioMadame Maynard of the hard pebble / beach eight thousand years old1061969
Ronald EversonPauper WoodlandSettlers abandoned our county long ago1051969
Tom MarshallInterior Monologue #666'Hydrocephalics are holy, too, / they have / a certain / bloated beatitude . . .'3331969
Tom MarshallSummerSun blooms in our bodies / like a soft death3321969
Alden NowlanThe Bull MooseDown from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, / lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar2991970
Bertram WarrWorking ClassWe have heard no nightingales singing / in cool, dim lanes, where evening1941970
J. Michael YatesFrom 'The Great Bear Lake Meditations'I persist in a little fabric between me and the world.3481970
John NewloveAmericaEven the dissident ones speak / as members of an Empire, residents3441970
Margaret AtwoodDeath of a Young Son by DrowningHe, who navigated with success / the dangerous river of his own birth3491970
Seymour MaineRoots—Holy man, ungird your gaberdeen. Rest. Tell us of those days when you sat next to the Sataàn, and each of you stroked the other's beard.4261970
Al PurdyApoemYou are ill and so I lead you away / and put you to bed in the dark room2151971
Bill Bissettdont worry yr hairdont worry yr eyes / dont worry yr brain man th snow is3601971
Dorothy LivesayThe Children's LettersThey are my secret food / consumed in the most hushed corners1371971
Dorothy LivesaySpainWhen the bare branch responds to leaf and light1381971
Eldon GrierMountain Town—Mexico Arms at my side like some inadequate sign1771971
Eldon GrierKissing NataliaInvention begs from door to door in the indescribable darkness1781971
Eldon GrierMy Winter PastI owe nothing to winter / because it is not my way to be cold1781971
John GlasscoQuebec FarmhouseAdmire the face of plastered stone1191971
John GlasscoOne Last WordNow that I have your hand, let me persuade you1221971
John GlasscoThe Entailed FarmA footpath would have been enough1201971
Louis DudekThe DeadAfter we knew that we were dead we sat down and cried a little2071971
Louis DudekComing Suddenly to the SeaComing suddenly to the sea in my twenty-eighth year2061971
Tom MarshallFrom 'Politics'They will win, I thought once, / because they have a myth3341971
David HelwigDrunken PoemAfternoon is invading my eyes / Between here and the barn3301972
David HelwigWords from HellI was eighteen when I came in these gates / on a sentence of indeterminate duration3321972
David HelwigConsiderationsAny country is only a way of failing, / and nationality is an accident of time3311972
Dennis LeeFrom 'Civil Elegies'Often I sit in the sun and brooding over the city, always3671972
George JohnstonVeteransThere are seventy times seven kinds of loving / None quite right1641972
George JohnstonBlissThe less said about Edward's slut the better1631972
Joe RosenblattOf Dandelions & TouristsDandelions purr in their sleep. / The hillside is dotted with yellow cubs3021972
Joe RosenblattThe Ant TrapBrown semicolons move doggedly / through a round metal supermarket3021972
Joe RosenblattCatThe grey psychopath in her season / scatters the birds into the shadows3031972
Joe RosenblattFishI touched the flesh with my eyes / It was that of a woman with scales3031972
Leonard Cohen'The killers that run . . .'The killers that run / the other countries3081972
Miriam WaddingtonThe Women's JailThis garden is outlandish / with its white picket fence1901972
Miriam WaddingtonOld Women of TorontoAll old women sometimes come to this: they go to live away, they cross ravines1901972
Miriam WaddingtonAdvice to the YoungKeep bees and / grow asparagus1911972
Charles LillardBushedThis morning we found him / mumbling and eating bushes / so we tied him to a tree4201973
Dale ZierothBeautiful WomanBeautiful woman, you crown the hours / and we grow wonderful, we grow secret4461973
Dale ZierothThe Hunters of the DeerThe ten men will dress in white / to match the snow and leave the last4481973
Eli MandelOn the 25th Anniversary of the Liberation of Auschwitz: Memorial Services, Toronto, January 25, 1970 YMHA Bloor & Spadinathe name is hard / a German sound made out of2301973
Eli MandelEnvoimy country is not a country / but winter2291973
Gary GeddesThe InheritorsThey possessed nothing, the / bare essentials / of land and sky3801973
Gary GeddesTransubstantiationThe pig stands squarely / in the boarded stall, looking3781973
John ThompsonThe OnionI have risen from your body / full of smoke, charred fibres3461973
John ThompsonThe Bread Hot from the OvenUnder the ice with its bouldery death's faces / hidden forms begin to churn the tides3451973
Michale OndaatjeLetters & Other WorldsMy father's body was a globe of fear / His body was a town we never knew4061973
Michale OndaatjeBreaking GreenYesterday a Euclid took trees. Bright green / it beat at one till roots tilted4091973
Michale OndaatjeBurning HillsSo he came to write again / in the burnt hill region4041973
Paulette JilesTime to MyselfIt takes time to make / yourself a stranger. / I go through town unknowing4031973
Paulette JilesPaper MatchesMy aunts washed dishes while the uncles / squirted each other on the lawn with4021973
Paulette JilesWindigoNo one understands the Windigo, his voice like / the white light of hydrogen, only long4031973
Paulette JilesThe Tin WoodsmanThis is Hill 49, an arena for bad dreams. / The wind is flaying this ridge to the bone4011973
Peter Van ToornMountain StudyAfter rain / dust's down, gone Dutch — / everything naked, wet, clear as Vermeer4311973
Peter Van ToornShake'nbake BalladIn 100% surefire arsenic / in snowwhite lye / in lepers' bathwater4301973
Anne SzumigalskiVisitors' ParkingO Mary Mary lying on the wheel / looking up through rafters2601974
Doug FetherlingElijah SpeakingI expected this face but did not predict it4641974
Doug FetherlingExplorers as Seen by the NativesThe need to explore / is the reason they give / for coming / with lanterns to push back the dark4631974
Jay MacphersonA Lost SoulSome are plain lucky—we ourselves among them: / Houses with books, with gardens, all we wanted2891974
Jay MacphersonThey ReturnLong desired, the dead return. / —Saw our candle and were safe2901974
Margaret AtwoodThere Is Only One of EverythingNot a tree but the tree / we saw, it will never exist, split by the wind3501974
Margaret AtwoodNovemberThis creature kneeling / dusted with snow, its teeth3511974
Robert BringhurstDeuteronomyThe bush. Yes. It burned like they say it did, / lit up like an oak in October — except4381974
Robin SkeltonLakeside IncidentSlowly the vision grows. / A hand and then a hand2401974
Robin SkeltonEagleVertigo is my territory. Man / only another movement, another shift2421974
Robin SkeltonWart HogMoon-tusked, wrenching at roots, / I dream of women.2421974
Rona MurrayThe LizardDo you remember the lizard? I remember the dark man2391974
Christopher DewdneyOut of Control: The QuarryIt is a warm grey afternoon in August. You are in the country4691975
Daphne MarlattFeminayou who / fail, / subtly seeking, with your face / angled downward to the floor, to cups, to broom3951975
Daphne MarlattImagine: A TownImagine a town running / (smoothly? / a town running before a fire3941975
David McFaddenHouse PlantsIt has been a month since I gave up shaving / & already the houseplants are much more alert3811975
Don ColesPhotograph in a Stockholm Newspaper for March 13, 1910Here is a family so little famous / their names were not recorded. They stand2761975
Don ColesNatlya Nikolayevna GoncharovAnother of the placid beauties! Whose mother flaunts her before2771975
George WoodcockPacifistsThe icy, empty dawn cracks in the fields1611975
George WoodcockPaper Anarchist Addresses the Shade of Nancy Ling PerryOut of our daylight into death you burn1601975
Milton AcornYou GrowingYou growing and your thought threading / The delicate strength of your focus2381975
Robert BringhurstNotes to the ReaderI: Have a Good Time. This is a poem. Take it. Pack it up / the mountain4421975
Robert KroeschStone Hammer PoemThis stone / became a hammer2641975
Tom WaymanThe Chilean Elegies: 5. The InteriorThe smell of potatoes just taken out of the earth. The problem every carpenter faces, where the wood4321975
Al PurdyAlive or NotIt's like a story / because it takes so long to happen2151976
Andrew SuknaskiThe Snakehis green eyes on the homestead of another man / he is not man enough to find his own—3961976
Charles LillardLoboI could kill you right now / Your grey brown hunch4211976
George BoweringFrom 'Summer Solstice'I am slowly dying, water evaporating / from a saucer. I saw my daughter this3271976
Miriam WaddingtonTen Years and MoreWhen my husband / lay dying a mountain1931976
Colleen ThibaudeauThe Brown FamilyAll round the Browns stretched forty acres of potatoes2441977
Colleen ThibaudeauPoemI do not want only / The shy child with the shock of slippery wheatlike hair2461977
Colleen ThibaudeauThe Green FamilyI will begin to delineate the green family. / Under the shade of the mother sat the father2431977
D.G. Jones'From sex, this sea . . .'From sex, this sea, we have emerged / into a quiet room2831977
David DonnellStepfathersThere you were in my dream last night, / burly, caught in mid-step, crop-headed or bald3641977
Elizabeth BrewsterAnti-Love PoemsNo I don't love you / in spite of what I say2251977
Pat LowtherLast Letter to PabloUnder the hills and veins water / comes out like stars3131977
Pat LowtherA Stone DiaryAt the beginning I noticed / the huge stones on my path3121977
Ralph GustafsonWednesday at North HatleyIt snows on this place / And a gentleness obtains1261977
Ralph GustafsonMothy MonologueThe moth flew a bee-line, / The flame beckoned but there was1241977
Tom WaymanAnother Poem About the Madness of WomenIt began as a joke: she did not like to leave the house / even to shop for groceries4341977
Andrew SuknaskiChinese Camp, Kamloops (circa 1883)in the photograph he stands alone / under a willow / before the small tent3971978
Bill Bissettth wundrfulness uv th mountees our secret policethey opn our mail petulantly / they burn down barns they cant3611978
bp NicholTwo Words: A WeddingThere are things you have words for, things you do not have words for.4281978
Christopher Dewdney'This is of two worlds . . .'This is of two worlds—the one diurnal men know and that other world where lunar mottled eels stir like dreams in shallow forest water4691978
David McFaddenA Form of PassionThis is the form my passion takes. / On a train heading into the night3821978
Don DomanskiThree Songs from the Templewhat are we to do with a heaven / that moves beneath stones / and fallen trees?4661978
Don DomanskiDeadsongI star in the loam / I bed with the moony shapes / with my trapshut head4671978
Earle BirneyMy Love Is youngmy love is young & i am old / she'll need a new man soon1171978
Irving LaytonGrand FinaleI've seen the grey-haired lyrists come down from the hills1581978
John Thompson'Now you have burned . . .'Now you have burned your books: you'll go / with nothing but your blind, stupefied heart3471978
Margaret AtwoodMarrying the HangmanShe has been condemned to death by hanging3521978
Margaret AtwoodYou BeginYou begin this way: / this is your hand3551978
P.K. PageEvening Dance of the Grey FliesGrey flies, fragile, slender-winged and slender-legged1871978
Patrick LaneAt the Edge of the JungleAt the edge of the jungle / I watch a dog bury his head2931978
Patrick LanePassing into StormKnow him for a white man. / He walks sideways into wind2911978
Patrick LaneIfLike that dying woman in Mexico2911978
Patrick LaneStigmataWhat if there wasn't a metaphor / and the bodies were only bodies2921978
Artie Gold'I don't have the energy . . .'I don't have the energy for another day / like a poor hand of scrabble without vowels . . .4511979
Artie Goldsex at thirty-oneIs like love at seventeen. it plies deep / Affords the illusion there is nothing else.4511979
Artie GoldLifeIn a sense / it is the exact opposite of what we want and / that opposite isn't death / but fence4521979
Dennis LeeThe GodsWho, now, can speak of gods— / their strokes and carnal voltage3711979
Francis SparshottThe Naming of the BeastsIn that lost Caucasian garden / where history began2581979
Francis SparshottThree SeasonsAugust / A loon's long night call2591979
Francis SparshottReply to the Committed IntellectualStalin stood committed to peasant hunger. / Hitler numbered among his commitments death2591979
George BoweringIn the ForestThey are in the forest / singing, they are in the3271979
Michale OndaatjeWalking to BellrockTwo figures in deep water. / Their frames truncated at the stomach4101979
Pier Giorgio Di CiccoThe Head Is a Paltry MatterThe head is a paltry matter; feed it crumbs, it goes on singing just the same4581979
Pier Giorgio Di CiccoErroreWe talk of old men who have forgotten their / thoughts, of old women with cancer like4591979
Susan MusgraveThe Judas GoatIt was a bad sign I was born under, / half animal, half a cruel joke of nature4701979
Susan MusgraveReturning to the Town Where We Used to LiveI found this photograph. / A woman is reaching towards you4711979
Anne SzumigalskiA Midwife's Story: Twoan experienced wife / (thius wasn't her first pregnancy)2621980
Anne SzumigalskiAngelshave you noticed / how they roost in trees?2631980
Barry McKinnonBushedI am in a desert / of snow. each way / to go, presents an equal4241980
Barry McKinnonThe Northsomebodies walked the woods / in the air, the lines appear, as a grid / cut thru trees4231980
bp NicholGorg, a detective storya man walks into a room. there is a corpse on the floor.4291980
David DonnellPotatoesThis poem is about the strength and sadness of potatoes3651980
Don McKayI Scream you Screamtrain braking metal on metal on / metal teeth receiving signals from a dying star sparkling3921980
Don McKayMarch SnowThe snow is sick. The pure / page breaks and greys and3931980
Don McKayA Barbed Wire Fence Meditates Upon the GoldfinchMore than the shortest distance / between points, we are3911980
E.D. BlodgettSnailstheirs is a gesture of sorrow, infinite and taut: / some conceive the war that never begins—3081980
E.D. BlodgettFossilno branch nor the last grass / but the sky before me3091980
Frank DaveyShe'd SayI'll never reach 40,' my mother would say. / 'I have a short life-line,' she'd say3751980
Frank DaveyThe PianoI sit on the edge / of the dining room, almost3771980
Gail Fox'It is her cousin's death . . .'It is her cousin's death that / she must write about. Dead leaves4001980
Gail Fox'She lay wrapped . . .'She lay wrapped in the / tangle of bedclothes around / her lover4001980
Gail FoxPortraitShe slipped. Heels over head she landed / in a bucket of blue paint. Fluent as blue3991980
Marilyn BoweringSeeing Oloalok'See, nothing has happened to her,' said my guide, 'nothing at all. Time has done nothing4561980
Marilyn BoweringRussian AsylumOne of the difficulties is in being / alone, not one with anything or one4551980
Marilyn BoweringWishing AfricaThere's never enough whiskey or rain / when the blood is thin and white4571980
Patrick LaneThe MeasureWhat is the measure then, the magpie in the field / watching over death, the dog's eyes hard as marbles2941980
Phyllis WebbFrom 'The Kropotkin Poems'Syllables disintegrate integrate alphabets / lines decline into futures and limbos2721980
Phyllis WebbSpots of BloodI am wearing absent-minded red / slippers and a red vest—2731980
Phyllis WebbImperfect SestinaSo what if Lowry got spooked by sea-birds and volcanoes crossing2741980
Phyllis WebbThe Days of the UnicornsI remember when the unicorns / roved in herds through the meadow2711980
Sharon ThesenLoose Woman PoemA landscape / full of holes. / Woman. / Pierced4441980
Sharon ThesenKirk Lonegren's Home Movie Taking Place Just North of Prince George, With SoundThe beginning: Some landscape & words about nature, that particular landscape & what it harbors4451980
Sharon ThesenMean Drunk PoemBackward & down into inbetween as Vicki says. Or as Robin teaches4431980
Al PurdySpinningCan't see out of my left eye / nothing much happens on the left anyway'2181981
Al PurdyThe Dead PoetI was altered in the placenta / by the dead brother before me2171981
Anne MarriottAs You Come InThe building / illuminates itself1661981
Anne MarriottBeaver PondNot furred nor wet, the pointing words yet make1651981
Dale ZierothBaptismIn mid-river we join the ancient force / of mud and leaves moving in their journey4491981
David McFaddenLennox IslandThey're more beautiful than the angels of heaven / the beautiful Micmac children of Lennox Island3841981
Eli MandelThe Madwomen of the Plaza de MayoThey wear white scarves and shawls. / They carry pictures on strings about their necks2331981
Fred Wah'Breathe dust . . .'Breathe dust like you breathe wind so strong in your face3841981
Kristjana Gunnarswakepick Itonight I disentangle / soft underwool fibre from coarse hairs / make ready for carding4531981
Kristjana Gunnarschangeling VIIIevery morning i break trail / down the mountainside / big snowflakes muffle my bootsteps4541981
Margaret AtwoodVariation on the Word 'Sleep'I would like to watch you sleeping / which may not happen3591981
Margaret AtwoodNotes Towards a Poem That Can Never Be WrittenThis is the place / you would rather not know about3561981
Mary Di MicheleThe Moon and the Salt FlatsThe moon is an ivory tusk in the Utah sky / over the salt flats of ultra white4651981
Michale OndaatjeThe Cinnamon PeelerIf I were a cinnamon peeler / I would ride your bed / and leave the yellow bark dust4121981
Roo BorsonJacarandaOld earth, how she sulks, / dark spin-off / wielding wings and swords4741981
Roo BorsonGray GloveAmong branches / a bird lands fluttering, / a soft gray glove / with a heart4721981
Roo BorsonFlowersThe sunset, a huge flower, wilts on the horizon. / Robbed of perfume, a raw smell4741981
Roo BorsonTalkThe shops, the streets are full of old men / who can't think of a thing to say anymore4731981
Seymour MaineBefore PassoverBefore Passover there in the old flat / who searched at the underside of curtains4271981
Sid MartyIn the Dome Car of the 'Canadian'The mongoloid boy is astounded / with joy at terrific / white-fanged mountains4251981
Tom WaymanWayman in LoveAt last Wayman gets the girl into bed / He is locked in one of those embraces4351981
David DonnellThe Canadian Prairies View of LiteratureFirst of all it has to be anecdotal; ideas don't exist3661982
Gwendolyn MacEwenThe VoidThe last truly foolish thing I did was some years ago / When I flew the Hejaz flag from the pinnacle of All Souls3891982
Gwendolyn MacEwenThere Is No Place to HideHere is a famous world; I'm standing on a stage / With ten spotlights on me, talking about how I detest3901982
Pier Giorgio Di CiccoMale Rage PoemFeminism, baby, feminism. / This is the anti-feminist poem4591982
Pier Giorgio Di CiccoFlying Deeper into the CenturyFlying deeper into the century / is exhilarating, the faces of loved ones eaten out4611982
Robert BringhurstThese Poems, She SaidThese poems, these poems, / these poems, she said, are poems / with no love in them4411982

Friday, July 13, 2007

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