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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Forsaken</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I <br>Once in the winter<br>Out on a lake<br>In the heart of the north-land,<br>Far from the Fort<br>And far from the hunters,<br>A Chippewa woman<br>With her sick baby,<br>Crouched in the last hours<br>Of a great storm.<br>Frozen and hungry,<br>She fished through the ice<br>With a line of the twisted<br>Bark of the cedar,<br>And a rabbit-bone hook<br>Polished and barbed;<br>Fished with the bare hook<br>All through the wild day,<br>Fished and caught nothing;<br>While the young chieftain<br>Tugged at her breasts,<br>Or slept in the lacings<br>Of the warm tikanagan.<br>All the lake-surface<br>Streamed with the hissing<br>Of millions of iceflakes<br>Hurled by the wind;<br>Behind her the round<br>Of a lonely island<br>Roared like a fire<br>With the voice of the storm<br>In the deeps of the cedars.<br>Valiant, unshaken,<br>She took of her own flesh,<br>Baited the fish-hook,<br>Drew in a gray-trout,<br>Drew in his fellows,<br>Heaped them beside her,<br>Dead in the snow.<br>Valiant, unshaken,<br>She faced the long distance,<br>Wolf-haunted and lonely,<br>Sure of her goal<br>And the life of her dear one:<br>Tramped for two days,<br>On the third in the morning,<br>Saw the strong bulk<br>Of the Fort by the river,<br>Saw the wood-smoke<br>Hand soft in the spruces,<br>Heard the keen yelp<br>Of the ravenous huskies<br>Fighting for whitefish:<br>Then she had rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Years and years after,<br>When she was old and withered,<br>When her son was an old man<br>And his children filled with vigour,<br>They came in their northern tour on the verge of winter,<br>To an island in a lonely lake.<br>There one night they camped, and on the morrow<br>Gathered their kettles and birch-bark<br>Their rabbit-skin robes and their mink-traps,<br>Launched their canoes and slunk away through the islands,<br>Left her alone forever,<br>Without a word of farewell,<br>Because she was old and useless,<br>Like a paddle broken and warped,<br>Or a pole that was splintered.<br>Then, without a sigh,<br>Valiant, unshaken,<br>She smoothed her dark locks under her kerchief,<br>Composed her shawl in state,<br>Then folded her hands ridged with sinews and corded with veins,<br>Folded them across her breasts spent with the nourishment of children,<br>Gazed at the sky past the tops of the cedars,<br>Saw two spangled nights arise out of the twilight,<br>Saw two days go by filled with the tranquil sunshine,<br>Saw, without pain, or dread, or even a moment of longing:<br>Then on the third great night there came thronging and thronging<br>Millions of snowflakes out of a windless cloud;<br>They covered her close with a beautiful crystal shroud,<br>Covered her deep and silent.<br>But in the frost of the dawn,<br>Up from the life below,<br>Rose a column of breath<br>Through a tiny cleft in the snow,<br>Fragile, delicately drawn,<br>Wavering with its own weakness,<br>In the wilderness a sign of the spirit,<br>Persisting still in the sight of the sun<br>Till day was done.<br>Then all light was gathered up by the hand of God and hid in His breast,<br>Then there was born a silence deeper than silence,<br>Then she had rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Duncan+Campbell+Scott">Duncan Campbell Scott</a><div class=q>
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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 ..."></div>
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