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

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Rainfall

From out the west, where darkling storm-clouds float,
The 'waking wind pipes soft its rising note.

From out the west, o'erhung with fringes grey,
The wind preludes with sighs its roundelay,

Then blowing, singing, piping, laughing loud,
It scurries on before the grey storm-cloud;

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