Duncan Campbell Scott

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

Duncan Campbell Scott Poems

41. The Forgers 4/19/2010
42. From Beyond 4/19/2010
43. Three Songs 4/19/2010
44. Elizabeth Speaks 4/19/2010
45. Angelus 1/3/2003
46. From 'Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris' 4/19/2010
47. The Lover To His Lass 4/19/2010
48. The Leaf 4/19/2010
49. From Shadow 1/3/2003
50. Avis 1/3/2003
51. Night Hymns On Lake Nipigon 1/3/2003
52. Afterwards 1/3/2003
53. Improvisation On An Old Song 4/19/2010
54. An Impromptu 4/19/2010
55. Feuilles D'Automne 4/19/2010
56. Christmas Folk-Song 4/19/2010
57. By A Child's Bed 4/19/2010
58. Dream Voyageurs 4/19/2010
59. A Love Song 4/19/2010
60. The Harvest 1/3/2003
61. Fragment Of An Ode To Canada 4/19/2010
62. The Violet Pressed In A Copy Of Shakespeare 1/3/2003
63. The Ghost's Story 4/19/2010
64. Ecstasy 4/19/2010
65. The Height Of Land 1/3/2003
66. The Message 1/3/2003
67. Enigma 1/3/2003
68. Rain And The Robin 1/3/2003
69. The Onondaga Madonna 1/3/2003
70. The Half-Breed Girl 1/3/2003
71. At The Cedars 1/3/2003
72. Angel 4/19/2010
73. When Spring Goes By 1/3/2003
74. The Forsaken 1/3/2003

Comments about Duncan Campbell Scott

  • Tracy Shields (10/24/2009 5:08:00 PM)

    Imagine Hitler's work continuing on in history, with no end in sight. Imagine Hitler's work continuing for so long that citizens got used to an everending holocaust. Now you understand Duncan Campbell Scott.

    Thoughts from The Circle Game, Roland Chrisjohn and Sherri Young

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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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