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If you had loved
so dearly, the beloved:
the early sky, a dark jewel
in domes of foreign temples.
 


Their hands clasped,
knees tightly bent,
a burning sword
thrust between
the mind and soul;
and the deepened heart
will arise in the splendor
of modesty.
 
One million children
stand at the gates
of their straw village,
asking to be let through:
to where the golden bird
welcomes dawn,
the translucent orb of sun-star
crossing the sky
from morning to sunset;
I tend my mantra of gardens
just before dusk . . .

--Emily Isaacson, Hallmark

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Author Emily Isaacson is the director of the Wild Lily Institute.

We are located in the Fraser Valley of British Columbia.







            
Photo credit Shaylin Thulin
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After a decade as the EII, we have re-branded and have officially changed the name of the Institute. 

The Wild Lily Institute

We are now found at 


                                                                                     
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                            Visit Emily's blogs here.
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                                Although poetry is unlike desert, 
                                and prose is like the main course, 
                                dive into some poetry this month 
                                and taste its sweetness.





The Blossom Jar 
by Emily Isaacson

This chapbook is prose-poetry by Emily Isaacson. It is the story in postmodern poetry of Nancy Green.  











Hallmark 
by Emily Isaacson  

The year patriotism reigned. . .

New Release!








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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, Victoriana

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Isaacson's Hourglass 


Isaacson's Hourglass poetry 
of the United Kingdom,
is emblazoned with its symbols, 
character and resonance.
Written by Emily Isaacson, 
it is poetry from her book
Victoriana.
 
Isaacson's Hourglass details the 
poetry of a waning empire,
on the verge of transformation.



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