Pillowed and hushed on the silent plain,
Wrapped in her mantle of golden grain,
Wearied of pleasuring weeks away,
Autumn is my favorite season too, although autumn here in this part of the world is quite different from that of the poet's land. We have autumn now- a lovely season.
Thanks to Adrian Flett, Petals Azureblue and Glen Kappy for their comments, which helped me understand and appreciate the poem fully.
Special thanks to Sylvia Frances Chan for her elaborate comments.
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful... What a wonderful lovely write
Fantastic Poem on the season we all wait and love, rightly said after the season it is the wait for one long year...............
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FOUR: The Johnsons enjoyed a high standard of living, and their family and home were well known. Chiefswood was visited by such intellectual and political guests as the inventor Alexander Graham Bell, painter Homer Watson, noted anthropologist Horatio Hale, and Lady and Lord Dufferin, Governor General of Canada.
THREE: Howells met Johnson while living with her older sister on the reserve, where her brother-in-law was an Anglican missionary. Although Emily and George Johnson's marriage had been opposed by both their families, and they were concerned that their mixed-race family would not be socially accepted, they were acknowledged as a leading Canadian family (Gray 2002, p.61) .
TWO: he family home built by her father in 1856 on the Six Nations Indian Reserve outside Brantford, Ontario. She was the youngest of four children of Emily Susanna Howells Johnson (1824–1898) , a native of England, and George Henry Martin Johnson (1816–1884) , a Mohawk chief whose mother was half European. Howells had immigrated to the United States in 1832 as a young child with her father, stepmother and siblings.
ONE: 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. While her literary reputation declined after her death, since the later 20th century, there has been renewed interest in her life and works.Pauline Johnson was born at Chiefswood,
i like the feel and flow of this. i had to read the last three stanzas a couple of times to clarify my confusion about the time of year described. but this remains, since when does (the brief-returning summer) gather grain? -GK
The maiden which is Autumn is caught between the rivalry of Summer and Winter. Wonderful, the interwoven imagery of the poem.
Wonderful imagery, beautiful lyrics!
nicely writing and love for harvesting (nature) -
The north wind kisses her rosy mouth,
His rival frowns in the far-off south,
And comes caressing her sunburnt cheek,
And Summer awakes for one short week, -
Such a beautiful and wonderful poem it is.......I really love it......thanks for sharing
its a amazing poem.................................................
Such a wonderful poem by Emily Pauline Johnson......................
What a wonderful poem to welcome Autumn.
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