Emily Pauline Johnson
Emily Pauline Johnson Poems
- At Sunset To-night the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes; ...
- Fire-Flowers And only where the forest fires have sped, ...
- The Giant Oak And then the sound of marching armies 'woke ...
- A Cry From An Indian Wife My forest brave, my Red-skin love, ...
- Close By So near at hand (our eyes o'erlooked its nearness ...
- Canadian Born We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved ...
- Canada (ACROSTIC) Crown of her, young Vancouver; crest of...
Emily Pauline Johnson (also known in Mohawk as Tekahionwake –pronounced: dageh-eeon-wageh, literally: 'double-life'), commonly known as E. Pauline Johnson or just Pauline Johnson, was a Canadian writer and performer popular in the late 19th century. Johnson was notable for her poems and performances that celebrated her First Nations heritage; her father was a Mohawk chief of mixed ancestry, and her mother an English immigrant. One such poem is the frequently anthologized "The Song My Paddle Sings".
Her poetry was published in Canada, the United States and Great Britain. Johnson was one of a generation of widely read writers who began to define a Canadian literature. ... more »
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To-night the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes;
Its chalice overflows
With pools of purple colouring the skies,
Aflood with gold and rose;
And some hot soul seems throbbing close to mine,
As sinks the sun within that world of wine.
I seem to hear a bar of music float
And swoon into the west;
My ear can scarcely catch the whispered note,
But something in my breast
Blends with that strain, till both accord in one,
As cloud and colour blend at set of sun.
And twilight comes with grey and restful eyes,
As ashes follow flame.
But O! I ...