La littérature canadienne
Littérature pour enfants
Le Canada, La culture, le hockey au Canada
Le paysage Les poèmes Canadiens L’éducation avec un jeux de mots
Elle discute la terre, son indépendance, son Esprit et sa spiritualité.
"D'étranges choses sont faites sous le soleil de minuit, Par les hommes qui cherchent de l'or, Les pistes du Nord gardent leurs secrètes histoires Qui glaceraient le sang dans vos veines. Les lumières du Nord ont été témoin d'étranges spectacles, Mais le plus étrange qu'elles n'aient jamais vu Fut cette fameuse nuit sur la rive du Lac Lebarge Quand j’ai incinéré Sam Mac Gee" There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.
I am First Nations... no longer burdened with weakness, from grief and pain of humiliation. I now stand with dignity and strength within my Native spirit for I am free. - Shirley Kiju Kawi, "I Am First Nations"
Reach Out and Touch”, by Maxine Tynes baby girl, baby boy behind me on the bus reach out and touch the curly electric of my hair your fingers dipped in the brown skin magic of my neck to see if it comes off your mama slapping hands away hush-up of your questions and wondering out loud why it doesn't come off. I turn and smile for you, but you're already lost in the silence and fear that mother love wraps you in. I should have sat beside you snuggled my big warm self up close held you while your mama juggled parcels. then you would know it's o.k.