These poems each have a set of guided questions, related videos that allow for deeper investigation, and suggested writing activities. We'll be adding more poems here soon! Guanahani, 11 This bracing ballad (re)considers the beauty and history of the Caribbean island where Christopher Columbus first landed. My Grandmother Washes Her Feet in the Sink of the Bathroom at Sears A clash of cultures in a department store bathroom showcases pride and power in the towns matrons as well as the space in the middle where the speaker lives I Feel the Sun This poem articulates the poet’s intense feeling about the sunlight after going through a long winter. Before the Birth of One of Her Children This frank, devout poem confronts the risks facing a 17th-century woman in childbirth. Beat! Beat! Drums! With rich bombastic language and Whitman's trademark sprawling lines, this poem rallies troops for war. Cold Solace Even after many months in the freezer, a honey cake calls up strong memories. The Days of the Unicorns Phyllis Webb beautifully writes an ode to the majestic unicorn. I Have Something to Tell You In this surreal poem, a man made of cameras brings his unexpected concerns into sharper focus. Where There’s a Wall Both beauty and violence are just on the other side of the wall. Low Tide on Grand Pré The setting sun gives rise to a treasured memory of Grand Pré in this somber, rhythmic poem. We Wear the Mask We Wear the Mask is a resilient and entrancing tug-of-war with external perceptions of self. The Bow What flows through a name, and a name, and a name? fluorine Rita Wong uncovers the poisons in everyday life to teach us about our relationship to the natural world. dont worry yr hair Having a bad day? This uplifting poem about the power of our inner potential should light a spark. The Fatigue Fatigue is often the first sign something is wrong with one's body. Fatigue looms larger than life in this poem which grapples with meds, family, and coping. Beat! Beat! Drums! With rich bombastic language and Whitman's trademark sprawling lines, this poem rallies troops for war. Qawanguq with Fox Abigail Chabitnoy’s dreamscape of a poem depicts a coy little fox. But I’m No One But I’m No one is a reflection on our tendency to fear death and the manifestation of this fear through uncanny beliefs. Laurentian Shield This portrait of a rocky, silent Canadian landscape speaks to the country’s limitations and its potential. The Bull Moose A moose's final, tortured moments unfold in a series of brutal images. Late Prayer Erin Robinsong delivers a quiet and fierce prayer for life on Earth in an age of ecological destruction and oligarchical domination An English Speaking Doctor Translates the Concerns of his Patient with Google/Un Docteur Anglophone Traduit Les Inquiétudes De Son Patient Avec Google This bilingual poem expresses the limitations of understanding across languages when experiences become lost in translation. Blank Sonnet Set in Halifax of the 1930s, this sensual, inebriated love poem plays with the sonnet form. At the Centre In this poem of a woman in deep repose, her seeds of self-care begin to blossom. Sonoma A dreamlike sense of the uncanny hangs over this poem of an encounter on a coastal highway. For My Best Friend One way to grieve is to give tribute, perhaps even before the person you are grieving is completely gone. Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong In this tender poem of healing, care and remembrance, Ocean Vuong reaches out to his younger self. Money A museum coin collection prompts a reflection on the captivating nature of currency. Laurentian Shield This portrait of a rocky, silent Canadian landscape speaks to the country’s limitations and its potential. Northern Light A poem about belonging when one doesn't feel like they are completely at home My Brother at 3 A.M. A pervasive sense of paranoia threads itself through the quiet night of this poem. from Exhibits from the American Water Museum Natalie Diaz mourns the violence committed against the Mojave people (and by extension, Indigenous people across North America) and bodies of water, inextricably connected My Poem Without Me in It Imagining herself removed from her own poem, a poet realizes how poetry gives her the space to create herself. The Blue Guitar In this glosa poem, P.K. Page strums out questions about being an artist and telling the truth. the knowing Connie Fife cryptically combines land and body in this poem exploring connection to place and past. A Breakfast for Barbarians Come sit at this mythical table where guests eat the world’s mysteries for breakfast. Letters In this tender poem tracing a lost love, the speaker holds on by letting things go… 1992 Sometimes a scent or a site or a taste can sweep you up into the past. This finely honed narrative poem knows what that’s like. The Dead This sonnet considers the fragmented, elusive way the dead resurface in our lives. The Dead This sonnet considers the fragmented, elusive way the dead resurface in our lives. Pagination « First First page ‹ Previous Previous page 1 2 3 4 5 6 Next › Next page Last » Last page Language English