Canadian Lit. was full :(

[Shiroikage]

Haha, I remember that one from school.

[Linliel]

I like GG Kay too, and Margaret Atwood, and Douglas Coupland. Really disliked Ondaatje though

That poem is pretty annoying, why put in rhymes mid-phrase when you will never sound out the corresponding rhyme without it sounding really dumb?

[Howard Roark]

yeah.. reading this stuff at 4 in the morning on my nightshift is pretty drudging

at least send some wordsworth, whitman, or e.e. cummings my way, but alas they were born elsewhere

[Howard Roark]

ugh 4 more pages to go

I have 11 pages of photocopied double faced pages (not double sided) and each page is an effort.. :\

[Linliel]

are you just reading or do you have to write stuff too?

[Howard Roark]

this last guy had decent imagery and ABAB rhyming so at least it didn't make me "huh what the hell is going on?" while reading it

still pretty sad though:

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THE EAVESDROPPER
Carman, Bliss, (1861-1929)
In a still room at hush of dawn,
My Love and I lay side by side
And heard the roaming forest wind
Stir in the paling autumn-tide.

I watched her earth-brown eyes grow glad
Because the round day was so fair;
While memories of reluctant night
Lurked in the blue dusk of her hair.

Outside, a yellow maple tree,
Shifting upon the silvery blue
With tiny multitudinous sound,
Rustled to let the sunlight through.

The livelong day the elvish leaves
Danced with their shadows on the floor;
And the lost children of the wind
Went straying homeward by our door.

And all the swarthy afternoon
We watched the great deliberate sun
Walk through the crimsoned hazy world,
Counting his hilltops one by one.

Then as the purple twilight came
And touched the vines along our eaves,
Another Shadow stood without
And gloomed the dancing of the leaves.

The silence fell on my Love's lips;
Her great brown eyes were veiled and sad
With pondering some maze of dream,
Though all the splendid year was glad.

Restless and vague as a gray wind
Her heart had grown, she knew not why.
But hurrying to the open door,
Against the verge of western sky

I saw retreating on the hills,
Looming and sinister and black,
The stealthy figure swift and huge
Of One who strode and looked not back.

nvm, that one wasn't ABAB but one of them was



what does "her heart had grown" mean? is that like bloodletting and bile era of medicine? I'm guessing the One was Death and not that she is overlooking Whoville

[Howard Roark]

are you just reading or do you have to write stuff too?

the odd thing is I only have to read them, which I'm not sure why as I don't have to submit or discuss anything that proves I read it

an exercise in trust and cruelty perhaps

[Linliel]

dude it's from the line before

Restless and vague as a gray wind
Her heart had grown

i.e.

Her heart had grown Restless and vague as a gray wind


or yeah she's gonna die from a heart attack or something. Where's Dr House?

[Howard Roark]

oops lol

some other poem had some beleaguered 6 line sentence that finally explained itself; it was like listening to my dad tell a story or reading salinger

(actually that's not fair, salinger eventually gets to the point)

[Howard Roark]

and since I'm not completely incapable of enjoying new things:

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TO A CANADIAN AVIATOR WHO DIED FOR HIS COUNTRY IN FRANCE

Tossed like a falcon from the hunter’s wrist,
A sweeping plunge, a sudden shattering noise,
And thou hast dared, with a long spiral twist,
The elastic stairway to the rising sun.
Peril below thee and above, peril
Within thy car; but peril cannot daunt
Thy peerless heart: gathering wing and poise,
Thy plane transfigured, and thy motor-chant
Subduéd to a whisper—then a silence,—
And thou art but a disembodied venture
In the void.

But Death, who has learned to fly,
Still matchless when his work is to be done,
Met thee between the armies and the sun;
Thy speck of shadow faltered in the sky;
Then thy dead engine and thy broken wings
Drooped through the arc and passed in fire,
A wreath of smoke—a breathless exhalation.
But ere that came a vision sealed thine eyes,
Lulling thy senses with oblivion;
And from its sliding station in the skies
Thy dauntless soul upward in circles soared
To the sublime and purest radiance whence it sprang.

In all their eyries, eagles shall mourn thy fate,
And leaving on the lonely crags and scaurs
Their unprotected young, shall congregate
High in the tenuous heaven and anger the sun [Page 306]
With screams, and with a wild audacity
Dare all the battle danger of thy flight;
Till weary with combat one shall desert the light,
Fall like a bolt of thunder and check his fall
On the high ledge, smoky with mist and cloud,
Where his neglected eaglets shriek aloud,
And drawing the film across his sovereign sight
Shall dream of thy swift soul immortal
Mounting in circles, faithful beyond death.

key section is bolded, underlined for awesome

[Linliel]

That line is awesome, but this one is better

High in the tenuous heaven and anger the sun [Page 306]

I like the reflexive nod it has there to the fact the poem is going to be printed in a book somewhere.






jk I do actually like those lines you bolded, they're cool!

[Zalius]

burden

oh, the northern
haplessly stretching void
oh, the northern
a fallacy of existence
oh, the northern
the foulest of plagues
oh, the northern
shitty ass canada

[Linliel]

wow that poem sucked

[Antithesis]

Free Healthcare sucks? Por que? D:

[Olo401]

YIKES IS THAT IAMBIC PENTAMETER?!

[Blarg]

I don't think I like a single poem. Although a 2 line one may be ok if it's funny

[Howard Roark]

Free Healthcare sucks? Por que? D:

was being sarcastic:)

[Skjie]

Anyone who majors in Canadian Lit is a masochist.