Helen Hunt Jackson Poems (86 Poems)
Habeas Corpus (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? Why all this tedious pomp of writ? Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow For half a century bit by bit. In faith thou knowest more to-day Than I do, where it can be found! This shrivelled lump of … Continue reading
Refrain (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
Of all the songs which poets sing The ones which are most sweet Are those which at close intervals A low refrain repeat; Some tender word, some syllable, Over and over, ever and ever, While the song lasts, Altering never,Music if sung, music if said,Subtle like some … Continue reading
The Fir-Tree and the Brook (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
The Fir-Tree looked on stars, but loved the Brook!“O silver-voiced! if thou wouldst wait,My love can bravely woo.” All smiles forsookThe brook’s white face. “Too late!Too late! I go to wed the sea.I know not if my love would curse … Continue reading
My Tenants (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
I never had a title-deedTo my estate. But little heedEyes give to me, when I walk byMy fields, to see who occupy.Some clumsy men who lease and hireAnd cut my trees to feed their fire,Own all the land that I … Continue reading
Coronation (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
At the king’s gate the subtle noonWove filmy yellow nets of sun;Into the drowsy snare too soonThe guards fell one by one. Through the king’s gate, unquestioned then,A beggar went and laughed, “This bringsMe chance, at last, to see if … Continue reading
The Poet’s Forge (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
He lies on his back, the idling smith, A lazy, dreaming fellow is he;The sky is blue, or the sky is gray,He lies on his back the livelong day,Not a tool in sight, say what they may, A curious sort of smith … Continue reading
New Year’s Morning (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
Only a night from old to new!Only a night, and so much wrought!The Old Year’s heart all weary grew,But said: The New Year rest has brought.”The Old Year’s hopes its heart laid down,As in a grave; but trusting, said:“The blossoms … Continue reading
At Last (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
O the years I lost before I knew you,Love!O, the hills I climbed and came not to you,Love!Ah! who shall render unto us to makeUs gladThe things which for and of each other’s sakeWe might have had? If you and … Continue reading
Spinning (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days;I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways;I know each day will bring its task,And, being blind, no more I ask. I do not know the use or nameOf that … Continue reading
A Dream (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
I dreamed that I was dead and crossed the heavens,— Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,—And cried: “O God, where art Thou?” I left one On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift.” I was so dead I wondered … Continue reading
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