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I give you the gift of poetry . . .


--Emily Isaacson

The Little Match Girl


In the dark, a little girl in a cotton shawl

struck a match to keep warm.

It illumined the stone structure

of the Peace Tower she leaned against,

the gargoyles against the night sky.

Gothic architecture

reaching almost to heaven

stretched its lacy fingers,

blotting the stars with its handkerchief—

its rhetorical icons

simmering prayers in the shadows.


There was a patchwork quilt

of nations, that had grown faded

with the rain and snow,

of the many colours of skin

that made up the face of a country,

of the many films from the National Film Board.


A match box was ten cents;

a passerby gave her a dime

as she stood in the gutter,

and she collected them in her apron.


             --Emily Isaacson

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"The Little Match Girl" is a short story by Danish poet and author Hans Christian Andersen. The story, about a dying child's dreams and hope, was first published in 1845. It has been adapted to various media, including animated and live-action films, television musicals, and video games. 

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Burn the Ships

How did we get here?

All castaway on a lonely shore

I can see in your eyes, dear

It's hard to take for a moment more

We've got to


Burn the ships, cut the ties

Send a flare into the night

Say a prayer, turn the tide

Dry your tears and wave goodbye


Step into a new day

We can rise up from the dust and walk away

We can dance upon our heartache, yeah

So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships

And don't you look back


Don't let it arrest you

This fear is fear of fallin' again

And if you need a refuge

I will be right here until the end

Oh, it's time to


Burn the ships, cut the ties

Send a flare into the night

Say a prayer, turn the tide

Dry your tears and wave goodbye


Step into a new day

We can rise up from the dust and walk away

We can dance upon our heartache, yeah…

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Composer: KING & COUNTRY

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