Emily Pauline Johnson

[Tekahionwake] (10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario)

Emily Pauline Johnson Poems

1. The King's Consort 1/1/2004
2. The Idlers 1/1/2004
3. Through Time And Bitter Distance 4/7/2010
4. When George Was King 4/7/2010
5. Where Leaps The Ste. Marie 1/1/2004
6. The Man In Chrysanthemum Land 1/1/2004
7. Lady Lorgnette 1/1/2004
8. The Pilot Of The Plains 4/7/2010
9. Joe 5/8/2012
10. The Indian Corn Planter 1/1/2004
11. Low Tide At St. Andrews 1/1/2004
12. Give Us Barabbas 4/7/2010
13. The Vine 1/1/2004
14. Easter 1/1/2004
15. Wave-Won 1/1/2004
16. Workworn 1/1/2004
17. Dawendine 1/1/2004
18. Golden--Of The Selkirks 1/1/2004
19. Under Canvas 1/1/2004
20. Your Mirror Frame 1/1/2004
21. Erie Waters 1/1/2004
22. Wolverine 4/7/2010
23. The Overture 1/1/2004
24. The Firs 1/1/2004
25. And He Said, Fight On 4/7/2010
26. The Trail To Lillooet 1/1/2004
27. Prairie Greyhounds (C.P.R. "No. 1," Westbound) 1/1/2004
28. The Quill Worker 1/1/2004
29. The Ballad Of Yaada (A Legend Of The Pacific Coast) 1/1/2004
30. The Vagabonds 1/1/2004
31. Marshlands 1/1/2004
32. Fasting 1/1/2004
33. Hare-Bell 1/1/2004
34. The Art Of Alma-Tadema 1/1/2004
35. The City And The Sea 1/1/2004
36. Brier: Good Friday 4/7/2010
37. Thistle-Down 1/1/2004
38. The Flight Of The Crows 1/1/2004
39. Brandon 1/1/2004
40. The Song My Paddle Sings 4/7/2010
Best Poem of Emily Pauline Johnson

Canadian Born

We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God;
We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood:
And we, the men of Canada, can face the world and brag
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.

Few of us have the blood of kings, few are of courtly birth,
But few are vagabonds or rogues of doubtful name and worth;
And all have one credential that entitles us to brag--
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.

We've yet to make our money, we've yet to make our fame,
But we have gold and glory in our clean colonial ...

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Your Mirror Frame

Methinks I see your mirror frame,
Ornate with photographs of them.
Place mine therein, for, all the same,
I'll have my little laughs at them.

For girls may come, and girls may go,
I think I have the best of them;
And yet this photograph I know
You'll toss among the rest of them.

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