It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw,
not because she is Canada but because she’s something sublime that you were born into,
some great rugged power that you are a part of.
~ Emily Carr
… this rings so true for me in observing a woman in labour
This land like a mirror turns you inward
And you become a forest in a furtive lake;
The dark pines of your mind reach downward,
You dream in the green of your time,
Your memory is a row of sinking pines.
Explorer, you tell yourself, this is not what you came for
Although it is good here, and green;
You had meant to move with a kind of largeness,
You had planned a heavy grace, an anguished dream.
But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper
And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper
~ Gwendolyn MacEwen