Duncan Campbell Scott

(2 August 1862 – 19 December 1947 / Ottawa, Ontario)

Duncan Campbell Scott Poems

1. A Legend Of Christ's Nativity 4/19/2010
2. A Love Song 4/19/2010
3. Afterwards 1/3/2003
4. An Impromptu 4/19/2010
5. Angel 4/19/2010
6. Angelus 1/3/2003
7. At Sea 4/19/2010
8. At The Cedars 1/3/2003
9. At The Gill-Nets 4/19/2010
10. At William Maclennan's Grave 4/19/2010
11. Avis 1/3/2003
12. By A Child's Bed 4/19/2010
13. Christmas Folk-Song 4/19/2010
14. Dream Voyageurs 4/19/2010
15. Ecstasy 4/19/2010
16. Elizabeth Speaks 4/19/2010
17. Enigma 1/3/2003
18. Fantasia 4/19/2010
19. Feuilles D'Automne 4/19/2010
20. Fragment Of An Ode To Canada 4/19/2010
21. From Beyond 4/19/2010
22. From 'Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris' 4/19/2010
23. From Shadow 1/3/2003
24. Frost Magic 4/19/2010
25. Improvisation On An Old Song 4/19/2010
26. In Snow-Time 4/19/2010
27. Life And Death 4/19/2010
28. Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris 4/19/2010
29. Madonna With Two Angels 4/19/2010
30. Meditation At Perugia 4/19/2010
31. Mid-August 4/19/2010
32. Mist And Frost 4/19/2010
33. New Year's Night, 1916 4/19/2010
34. Night 4/19/2010
35. Night Burial In The Forest 4/19/2010
36. Night Hymns On Lake Nipigon 1/3/2003
37. O Turn Once More 4/19/2010
38. Ode For The Keats Centenary 1/3/2003
39. Off Riviere Du Loup 4/19/2010
40. Permanence 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Duncan Campbell Scott

The Forsaken

I
Once in the winter
Out on a lake
In the heart of the north-land,
Far from the Fort
And far from the hunters,
A Chippewa woman
With her sick baby,
Crouched in the last hours
Of a great storm.
Frozen and hungry,
She fished through the ice
With a line of the twisted
Bark of the cedar,
And a rabbit-bone hook
Polished and barbed;
Fished with the bare hook
All through the wild day,
Fished and caught nothing;
While the young chieftain
Tugged at her breasts,
Or slept in the lacings
Of the warm tikanagan.
All the ...

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Avis

With a golden rolling sound
Booming came a bell,
From the aery in the tower
Eagles fell;
So with regal wings
Hurled, and gleaming sound and power,
Sprang the fatal spell.

Ten a storm of burnished doves

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