The Everlasting Room
Red pain in a small room That holds only me and pain. Through a window Green leaves spatter against green […]
Canadian Poets, Poems, Tributes
Canadian Poets
Canadian Poets, Poems, Tributes
Two Tanka
what are sandwiches without sand? the sea-breeze lifts the edge of the picnic cloth * * * the day after
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Letter to a Young Bombmaker
“‘Now I am become Death, the destroyer ofworlds.’ I suppose we all thought that, oneway or another.”—J. Robert Oppenheimer, creator
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Single Man’s Song
after Al Purdy After he makes love to himself the not quite middle aged single man listens to his sigh
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What We Heard About the Canadians
We heard they were not American. Not British and not quite French. They were not born in Hong Kong,