Katharine Tynan

[Katharine Tynan Hinkson, Katharine Tynan-Hinkson, Katharine Hinkson-Tynan] (23 January 1861 - 2 Apirl 1931 / 23 January 1861 – 2 April 1931)

Katharine Tynan Poems

1. The Legend Of St. Austin And The Child 1/3/2003
2. The Old Soldier 4/14/2010
3. The Promise 4/14/2010
4. Starling 4/14/2010
5. New Heaven 4/14/2010
6. Palestine: 1917 4/14/2010
7. Of St. Francis And The Ass 4/14/2010
8. The Little Flock 4/14/2010
9. The Little Old Woman 4/14/2010
10. The Vision: (Katia: Easter Sunday, 1916) 4/14/2010
11. The Truce Of God 4/14/2010
12. Salutation 4/14/2010
13. Recompense: (For Lord Kilhacken) 4/14/2010
14. Pilgrims To The East 4/14/2010
15. To One In Grief 4/14/2010
16. The Young Mother 4/14/2010
17. They Who Return 4/14/2010
18. Lenton Communion 4/14/2010
19. Farewell 4/14/2010
20. Of An Orchard 4/14/2010
21. Telling The Bees: (For Edward Tennant) 4/14/2010
22. The Test 4/14/2010
23. The Only Son 4/14/2010
24. The Predestined 4/14/2010
25. The Refuge 4/14/2010
26. The Riders 4/14/2010
27. The Vision 4/14/2010
28. The Wild Geese 4/14/2010
29. Missing 4/14/2010
30. Riding Home 4/14/2010
31. No Man's Land 4/14/2010
32. Noel 4/14/2010
33. The Young Soldier 4/14/2010
34. The Bird's Bargain 1/3/2003
35. The Wall Between 4/14/2010
36. The Summons 4/14/2010
37. The New Recruit 4/14/2010
38. Lambs 1/3/2003
39. Old Song Re-Sung 1/3/2003
40. Prayer At Night 4/14/2010
Best Poem of Katharine Tynan

Any Woman

I am the pillars of the house;
The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall
Would fall to ruin me utterly.

I am the fire upon the hearth,
I am the light of the good sun,
I am the heat that warms the earth,
Which else were colder than a stone.

At me the children warm their hands;
I am their light of love alive.
Without me cold the hearthstone stands,
Nor could the precious children thrive.

I am the twist that holds together
The children in its sacred ring,
Their knot of love, from whose close tether
No lost child goes ...

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Immortality

So I have sunk my roots in earth
Since that my pretty boys had birth;
And fear no more the grave and gloom,
I, with the centuries to come.

As the tree blossoms so bloom I,
Flinging wild branches to the sky;
Renew each year my leafy suit,
Strike with the years a deeper root.

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