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 Robert Browning Confessions What is he buzzing in my ears? “Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears?” Kevin Irie Current The sludge-slow flow of the visible current opens a path we can’t continue, tugs at what no hand can pull along. It’s how even water loses memory, travels a direction it cannot find, Adèle Barclay RAINBOW ROCK-CLIMBING CLUB I’m a gecko on a wall that simulates a cliff with rainbow grips I’ll touch any colour that’ll have me midway is high enough wary of emotional cliff-jumping I don’t mean home- Marvin Frances more treaty lines 1790 → treaty 2, district of Hesse (step into wolf) province of quebec “We do herby certify that the following goods were delivered to the several Nations” Norman Dubie The Novel As Manuscript An ars poetica I remember the death, in Russia, of postage stamps Archibald Lampman Heat From plains that reel to southward, dim, The road runs by me white and bare; Up the steep hill it seems to swim Phyllis Webb The Days of the Unicorns I remember when the unicorns roved in herds through the meadow behind the cabin, and how they would Teva Harrison When I Become You I'd like to close the distance between us: where you end, where I begin, but your skin stops me, I can't find my way in. If I could, I'd press every bit of me against you Chimwemwe Undi A History of Houses Built Out of Spite Jen Sookfong Lee Community Garden There, the bolting black kale, taller than it has any right to be and not the twitter troll who asked if you were on your period. In the corner, a pile of dead zucchini leaves, spotted with rot Adam Pottle School for the Deaf You gasp, awakened by a bucket of cold water. A gauzy autumn morning. A drained sunrise. You shiver, strain to see the house parent’s fingers whipping & flicking in Matthew Arnold Dover Beach The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Wallace Stevens Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. Leah Horlick For You Shall Be Called to Account The ancestors of everyone I’ve let into my body are gathered in a small room with one window, no lights. Yes, the room is crowded. Yes, there are no chairs. Yes, they are talking. Why are we Susan Musgrave Question: What do they think about you, the people who pass you on the street? What would you like them to see? They see the druggie, the whore, the junkie. Carmine Starnino Money Coin Exhibit, British Museum. Their misshapenness strikes the table in tiny splashes, like still-cooling splatters of silver. Stater and shekel, Sarah de Leeuw Skeena Crossing What is this this crossing? In the photo just in front of the train with the crane at the edge of the drop off from track into river Patrick Lane Passing into Storm Know him for a white man. He walks sideways into wind allowing the left of him to forget what the right knows as cold. His ears turn into death what Edgar Allan Poe Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know John Milton Sonnet XXIII: Methought I Saw my Late Espoused Saint Methought I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave, Whom Jove’s great son to her glad husband gave… Jillian Christmas Northern Light Stepping off the plane in Whitehorse the last thing I expect to feel is home not quite alone but close enough here in this great black north. As we drive away from the airport Karen Solie Tractor More than a storey high and twice that long, it looks igneous, the Buhler Versatile 2360, possessed of the ecology of some hellacious Matthew Zapruder Sun Bear yesterday at the Oakland zoo I was walking alone for a moment past the enclosure holding the sun bear 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, Jerome Rothenberg A Glass Tube Ecstasy a glass tube for my leg says Hugo Ball my hat a cylinder Michael Crummey Newfoundland Sealing Disaster Sent to the ice after white coats, rough outfit slung on coiled rope belts, they stooped to the slaughter: gaffed pups, Elizabeth Barrett Browning Grief I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Charles Lamb Thoughtless Cruelty There, Robert, you have kill’d that fly — , And should you thousand ages try The life you’ve taken to supply, Edward Lear The Owl and the Pussy-Cat I The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, Al Purdy The Cariboo Horses At 100 Mile House the cowboys ride in rolling stagey cigarettes with one hand reining half-tame bronco rebels on a morning grey as stone… Naomi Shihab Nye Kindness Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, Valzhyna Mort Nocturne for a Moving Train The trees I’ve glimpsed from the window of a night train were the saddest trees. They seemed about to speak, then— vanished like soldiers. Edna St. Vincent Millay I think I should have loved you presently I think I should have loved you presently, And given in earnest words I flung in jest; And lifted honest eyes for you to see, William Shakespeare Sonnet LV: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Hoa Nguyen Blousy Guitar Blousy guitar I don’t want to count the beats Hey Hey My pen I have bed hair in the best way Daughter of sunlight and air and I’m glad you were born on this day or put another way: that you were dg nanouk okpik Moon of the Returning Sun A view from two sides of Polaris, it is said: the living awaits destined relatives to retort. These people go around waking the sleeping ones Ella Wheeler Wilcox Solitude Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, Jessica Johns How Not to Spill Dad has creases on his hands so thick they could split with a poke. He gestures for me to try so I do. His skin bends on a hinge and out spills every good and bad thing: cattails from our William Blake The Tyger Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye John Donne Break of Day ’Tis true, ’tis day, what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise because ’tis light? Language English