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I have seen you all your life,

but I had not heard you before,

I did not know that you

could play with anger,

and I would notice.

You are without malice,

an African violet;

I am only a mother

and I do not have time.

Write your lessons,

and your teachers will be proud

that you are obedient,

young and strong.

Do you know where

I want you to end up:

I want you to have tea

with me when you’re four

and when you’re forty.

We are a tea-party of two,

and if books abound,

there is no need to write.

Just listen:

listen to the singing,

listen to the eventide’s note,

the disappearing light,

and the last flown

yellow-rumped warbler.

--Emily Isaacson (Hallmark: Canada's 150 Year Anniversary c. 2017)

The Free State 

by Augusta Webster, English Poet    


But women who have to fend for themselves are not likely to be idiots, and each of them is likely to be able to judge better for herself

than all the members of Parliament put together can judge for her

which sort of discomfort will be the most to her comfort.

There was once—at least the story says so—a young woman,

who went on work, work, work, at spinning threads out of nettles

and sewing the stuff into garments. The employment was cruel

to her tender hands, the nettles blistered them and the thread cut

them; and instead of being limited to four-and-a-half hours’ labor

at a stretch and not going on a minute after four on Saturdays and

nine on the other workdays, she went on through days and through

nights in a limitless manner that would have set Mr. Cross’s charitable hair on end.

Her conduct seemed strange to the people of the country, and

being under a penance of dumbness, she would not explain it, but

they had no Parliament to protect her, and the police did not intervene to stop her spinning and sewing. If she had been protected, if  the police had intervened, she would not have been able to throw

the garments at the nick of time over the eleven swans, thereby

restoring them to human shape as her brothers and having herself

accepted as the princess she was born.

--Emily Isaacson quotes Augusta Webster, The Fleur-de-lis Vol III

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What of the very dust of the earth when it is brittle and dry?

Could we not repent and our tears soak from

the sky, making wells in the desert.

--Emily Isaacson, A Familiar Shore

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Released in 2017!

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Poetry Quote​

Butterfly Tears

I once said I love you

and that love remains;

constant through years,

the blood in my veins.

I never will leave you,

be I poor or of wealth,

as the sun crosses the sky,

without guile, without stealth.

And though the ashes remain of our years,

they are sacred because of our butterfly tears.

--Emily Isaacson


The Lion and the Unicorn Tapestry Series

Since 2006, this multimedia special attracted hundreds of thousands of visitors. It was inspired by the creation of online art with multimedia. Using the web as medium by a talented poet, photographer, and musician, it features authentic poetry and photography by Emily Isaacson.


Isaacson's Hourglass 

Isaacson's Hourglass poetry

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character and resonance.

Written by Emily Isaacson,

it is poetry from her book


Isaacson's Hourglass details the

poetry of a waning empire,

on the verge of transformation.

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Toward the replanting of a land—

once deserted, cold, and barren, still;

now citrus, and the olive, myrtle stand,

our pride in the distance, through the hills

spilling fine perfume and virgin oil.

Early songs still rise from temple mount

amid the prayers, centuries old toil.

--Emily Isaacson, The Replanting

House of Rain

The spiritual way ruins the body and, having ruined it,

restores it to prosperity:

Ruined the house for the sake of the golden treasure, and

with that same treasure builds it better than before;

Cut off the water and cleansed the river-bed, then

caused the drinking water to flow in it;

Cleft the skin and drew out the barb, then made fresh

skin grow over the wound;

Razed the fortress and took from it the infidel, then

reared thereon a hundred towers and ramparts.