Duncan Campbell Scott

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

Duncan Campbell Scott Poems

41. Fantasia 4/19/2010
42. The Builder 4/19/2010
43. The Forgers 4/19/2010
44. From Beyond 4/19/2010
45. Three Songs 4/19/2010
46. Elizabeth Speaks 4/19/2010
47. Angelus 1/3/2003
48. The Ghost's Story 4/19/2010
49. From 'Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris' 4/19/2010
50. From Shadow 1/3/2003
51. Avis 1/3/2003
52. The Height Of Land 1/3/2003
53. Night Hymns On Lake Nipigon 1/3/2003
54. Afterwards 1/3/2003
55. The Harvest 1/3/2003
56. Improvisation On An Old Song 4/19/2010
57. An Impromptu 4/19/2010
58. Feuilles D'Automne 4/19/2010
59. Christmas Folk-Song 4/19/2010
60. By A Child's Bed 4/19/2010
61. Dream Voyageurs 4/19/2010
62. A Love Song 4/19/2010
63. Fragment Of An Ode To Canada 4/19/2010
64. The Violet Pressed In A Copy Of Shakespeare 1/3/2003
65. Ecstasy 4/19/2010
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. When Spring Goes By 1/3/2003
73. Angel 4/19/2010
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

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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From Shadow

Now the November skies,
And the clouds that are thin and gray,
That drop with the wind away;
A flood of sunlight rolls,
In a tide of shallow light,
Gold on the land and white
On the water, dim and warm in the wood;
Then it is gone, and the wan
Clear of the shade

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