Emily Isaacson

"Discover poetry through the eyes of Emily . . ."

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Welcome!

     


There is a Victorian road I can always find,

even in a strange land.     

                          --Emily Isaacson

 


 

This is one of my favourite paintings by Waterhouse.

It is called The Shrine. Our condolences go out today to the residents of

Abbotsford, and those with farms and houses under water.

 


Painting by J.W. Waterhouse (1898) Image used by permission of the Hopkins Collection.


 

Victoriana

The poetry book by Emily Isaacson dedicated to Princess Charlotte

given as a gift from the Wild Lily Institute to the Royal Family.

With Isaacson's Hourglass, including the Elegy of the Royal Rose,

and five new unpublished sonnets . . .

Paperback  $9.99 

Hardcover $25.99

E-book  only $3.99!

110 pages

 

Buy your copy now

Read a sample poem

 

Praise for Victoriana . . . 

 

"Victoriana is superb! A gift for the heart to ponder..."

--Brayden Sawatzky, President of the Fraser Valley Poets Society

  Author of A Breath of Light!

 

"Victoriana draws you into the majesty of the past and gives hope for the future."

--Brian Headley, director of the Listening Prayer Community

   Speaker and counsellor

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Victoriana is the poetry of times past. Children run in the fields of wildflowers. The seasons' many colors have found their voice at last, with dedicated romance. From celebrated author and artist Emily Isaacson, we are given a breath of fresh air of all things Victoria in her work of art in three sections.

From flowers arranged, to gingham aprons, nostalgia rules this era. Victoriana by Isaacson is a revisiting of Victorian times, and their three tier influence on modern day relationships: decor, art, and thought. She is the creator of many quotable moments on the road to Victoria.

A Taste of Victoriana

View Emily Isaacson's Victoriana Poetry blog to read a sample of this great book.


 

Emily Quote . . .

 

 

I took up my favored pen,

and the meter of the salt roar,

the splendid gathering of stony shells

and aged driftwood

splashed off the pages

of the handmade paper, enameled

with rose blossoms and leaves,

for the retrieving of countries

almost lost

in the density of ocean,

for the salve of a wound time has marred.

 

Emily Isaacson,  A Familiar Shore

 

                   

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