Search Categories - Any -25 Lines or FewerCanadaPre 21st Century21st Century Grade levels - Any -Grades 7-9 / Sec. 1-3Grades 10-12 / Sec. 4 & 5 / CEGEP 1 Sort by RandomNewestMost popularA -> ZZ -> A Apply Mathew Henderson Badlands Your father worked Drumheller while you ate and slept at home. He travelled the badlands, squatted below rocks, read books you never knew he read. He sat until his eyes strained to know Matthew Zapruder Sun Bear yesterday at the Oakland zoo I was walking alone for a moment past the enclosure holding the sun bear Thomas Hardy Channel Firing That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, Sir Walter Raleigh The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd If all the world and love were young, And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, Claudia Rankine from Citizen The rain this morning pours from the gutters and everywhere else it is lost in the trees. You need your glasses to single out what you know is there because Lewis Carroll A Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky A boat, beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July — Armand Garnet Ruffo Poem For Duncan Campbell Scott Who is this black coat and tie? Christian severity etched in the lines he draws from his mouth. Clearly a noble man who believes in work and mission. See how he rises from the red velvet chair, Joy Harjo Praise the Rain Praise the rain, the seagull dive The curl of plant, the raven talk- Praise the hurt, the house slack Raymond Knister Boy Remembers in the Field What if the sun comes out And the new furrows do not look smeared? This is April, and the sumach candles Rabindranath Tagore Gitanjali 35 Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; Don Paterson Francesca Woodman i At the heart there is a hollow sun by which we are constructed and undone Alden Nowlan The Bull Moose Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through tamarack swamps, Amy Uyematsu A Practical Mom can go to Bible study every Sunday and swear she’s still not convinced, but she likes to be around people who are. We have the same conversation every few years — I’ll ask her if she stops Emily Riddle Holy Beings on the day the chief of kâ-awâsis announces they have confirmed 751 bodies in unmarked graves outside the residential “school” in their community, i google things like: William Wordsworth Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: Kim Hyesoon Icicle Glasses Day thirty-nine The thing that death gave you — your face leaks your face overflows Your face is the grave of your nose your face is the grave of your ears Margaret Atwood Death of a Young Son by Drowning He, who navigated with success the dangerous river of his own birth once more set forth Dane Swan Pride A half-hour. Thirty minutes. One thousand eight hundred seconds. They sat. Erin Robinsong Late Prayer May our weapons be effective feminine inventions that like life. May we blow up like weeds, and be medicinal and everywhere. May the disturbed ground be our pharmacy. May the exhausted Wallace Stevens The Emperor of Ice-Cream Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. John Dryden You charm’d me not with that fair face You charm’d me not with that fair face Though it was all divine: To be another’s is the grace, Dan Taulapapa McMullin Turtle Island Poem Number Fourteen once i left turtle island and i rejoined la and doubleU and see to savai‘i on a hunting trip on the fairy from upolu la picked up a day trick blew him during lunch Nicole Brossard Smooth Horizon of the Verb Love 1 an urban image from the eighties when we hung out at Chez Madame Arthur Lorna Goodison Ideas of Home i Winter has landed; my boot bucks on a stone surrounded by snow; I swear, I murmur Oracabessa. “The rock” is what I call home, Robert Creeley Self-Portrait He wants to be a brutal old man, an aggressive old man, Rita Bouvier Sometimes I Find Myself Weeping at the Oddest Moment sometimes I find myself weeping at the oddest moment George Murray Cowboy Story The books sit on the shelf, a row of coma patients in a ward, a series of selves no longer able to learn and trapped at the point of injury: the last page. Thomas Campion Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow, Though thou be black as night And she made all of light, Anne Bradstreet To My Dear and Loving Husband If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Raoul Fernandes An Online Friend Dies Somewhere Outside the Internet Freezes, goes blue screen, shuts down. Dead pixel, dark. Ghost echoes, lossy in the source code. Time zones away, people who have actually shaken hands with my online friend Arielle Twist Brother Your wedding day was a hurricane; your bride in red was like a kiss on on the dry prairie dirt. You actually never told me the story of how it went. The wedding, I mean. In fact, you never told me about how you chose Weyman Chan But I’m No One for M. Maylor Dear Anne Carson: My friend read me the poem where your mom said that the dead walk backwards. You thought this myth arose from poor translation. Ezra Pound A Virginal No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; Gerard Manley Hopkins As Kingfishers Catch Fire As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s Mercedes Eng Mariah according to my yt mama when I try to talk to my mom about what it was like to grow up surrounded by yt people in the prairies in the 80s though it seemed like the 50s she tells me in a so-there tone Hart Crane At Melville’s Tomb Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men’s bones he saw bequeath An embassy. Their numbers as he watched, Douglas Gary Freeman memories of my youth as children we learned to stand on one leg clasping bundles of hope between our teeth not because we wanted to resemble flocks of black flamingos Gary Snyder Riprap Lay down these words Before your mind like rocks. placed solid, by hands Andrew Marvell To His Coy Mistress Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way Dionne Brand Verso 3.1 At first there's no lake in the city, at first there are only elevators, at first there are only constricting office desks; there are small apartments and hamburger joints and Language English