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But my mother's look
was a field of brown oats, soft-bearded;
her voice rain and air rich with lilacs:
and I loved her too much to like
I've Tasted My Blood - Milton Acorn
This or Nothing.
Beware! Without title to the land
under the Crown you have no legal right
to be here.
Poem for Duncan Campbell Scott- Armand Ruffo
'See, your mom's folks were so poor, the couldn't afford TV, so they got these stains on the ceiling - your mom had to watch stains on the ceiling!'
The Progress of Love - Alice Munro
One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolour everything like a drop of black ink in white milk.
The Progress of Love - Alice Munro
And spoiled a dignity I shall not again find,
And the fury of her stubborn limited mind;
Now none will shake her amber beads and call God blind,
Or wear them upon a breast so radiantly.
Keine Lazarovitch 1870-1959 - Irving Layton
The tent poles lift and loom in thin relief,
The upward floating smoke ascends between,
And near the open doorway, gaunt and lean,
And shadow-like, there stands an Indian Chief.
Silhouette - Pauline Johnson
Twentieth-century people
apartment dwellers
executives of neon death
warmakers with things that explode
Lament for the Dorsets - Al Purdy
I found him at the end of the path
sitting on a fallen tree
cleaning his gun.
Dream 2: Brian the Still Hunter - Margaret Atwood
It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how large or small I am:
This is a Photograph of Me - Margaret Atwood
They blushed with pride when, at his graduation,
they watched him picking up the slender scroll,
his passport from the years of brutal toil
and lonely patience in a barren hole.
Warren Pryor - Alden Nowlan
the curved tongue in the dust
that would never cry again
and the small of my father's back
as he walked tall away.
Because I Never Learned - Patrick Lane