Emily Pauline Johnson

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

Emily Pauline Johnson Poems

81. The Sleeping Giant (Thunder Bay, Lake Superior) 1/1/2004
82. The Song My Paddle Sings 4/7/2010
83. The Songster 1/1/2004
84. The Trail To Lillooet 1/1/2004
85. The Train Dogs 1/1/2004
86. The Vagabonds 1/1/2004
87. The Vine 1/1/2004
88. The Wolf 1/1/2004
89. Thistle-Down 1/1/2004
90. Through Time And Bitter Distance 4/7/2010
91. Under Canvas 1/1/2004
92. Wave-Won 1/1/2004
93. When George Was King 4/7/2010
94. Where Leaps The Ste. Marie 1/1/2004
95. Wolverine 4/7/2010
96. Workworn 1/1/2004
97. Your Mirror Frame 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

The Camper

Night 'neath the northern skies, lone, black, and grim:
Naught but the starlight lies 'twixt heaven, and him.

Of man no need has he, of God, no prayer;
He and his Deity are brothers there.

Above his bivouac the firs fling down
Through branches gaunt and black, their needles brown.

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