Emily Pauline Johnson

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

Emily Pauline Johnson Poems

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

Fire-Flowers

And only where the forest fires have sped,
Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands,
A sweet wild flower lifts its purple head,
And, like some gentle spirit sorrow-fed,
It hides the scars with almost human hands.

And only to the heart that knows of grief,
Of desolating fire, of human pain,
There comes some purifying sweet belief,
Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief.
And life revives, and blossoms once again

Read the full of Fire-Flowers

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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