Emily Pauline Johnson

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

Fire-Flowers - Poem by Emily Pauline Johnson

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


Comments about Fire-Flowers by Emily Pauline Johnson

  • (12/3/2016 2:24:00 PM)


    I'm not very good in English, I don't understand the 2nd half of this poem. Could someone be so kind and explain the 2nd part means? , I appreciate this. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/28/2016 6:20:00 AM)


    A beautifully penned lovely poem and inspirational too. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (1/28/2016 6:20:00 AM)


    A beautifully penned lovely poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Leslie Sharp (9/8/2014 8:39:00 AM)


    This a lovely poem! It reminded me of how a forest is reborn after it was consume by fire. Just like a death
    of a love one. It sadden us! But the birth of a new love fills us with Joy! Let us rejoice in every breath we take and every step. Take nothing for granted and give much gratitude!
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  • (9/11/2005 11:03:00 PM)


    Beautiful and inspirational. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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