June 28, 2021

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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.

Pauline Johnson.

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Aboriginal Voices with EVENT

ON (Thursday, October 27th) EVENT magazine hosted an evening of prose and poetry, showcasing the work of four indigenous writers.