Emily Pauline Johnson

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

Emily Pauline Johnson Poems

81. Moonset 1/1/2004
82. Beyond The Blue 1/1/2004
83. Ojistoh 1/1/2004
84. Finale 1/1/2004
85. The Cattle Thief 1/1/2004
86. As Red Men Die 1/1/2004
87. Autumn's Orchestra 1/1/2004
88. Aspens 1/1/2004
89. Canada 1/1/2004
90. A Toast 1/1/2004
91. The Giant Oak 1/1/2004
92. At Sunset 1/1/2004
93. A Cry From An Indian Wife 1/1/2004
94. Harvest Time 1/1/2004
95. Fire-Flowers 1/1/2004
96. Close By 1/1/2004
97. Canadian Born 1/1/2004

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    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.

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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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Overlooked

Sleep, with her tender balm, her touch so kind,
Has passed me by;
Afar I see her vesture, velvet-lined,
Float silently;
O! Sleep, my tired eyes had need of thee!
Is thy sweet kiss not meant to-night for me?

Peace, with the blessings that I longed for so,
Has passed me by;

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