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. To The Others 4/14/2010
11. To One In Grief 4/14/2010
12. The Vision: (Katia: Easter Sunday, 1916) 4/14/2010
13. The Truce Of God 4/14/2010
14. Salutation 4/14/2010
15. Recompense: (For Lord Kilhacken) 4/14/2010
16. Pilgrims To The East 4/14/2010
17. The Young Mother 4/14/2010
18. They Who Return 4/14/2010
19. Lenton Communion 4/14/2010
20. Farewell 4/14/2010
21. Of An Orchard 4/14/2010
22. Telling The Bees: (For Edward Tennant) 4/14/2010
23. The Test 4/14/2010
24. The Only Son 4/14/2010
25. The Predestined 4/14/2010
26. The Refuge 4/14/2010
27. The Riders 4/14/2010
28. The Vision 4/14/2010
29. The Wild Geese 4/14/2010
30. Missing 4/14/2010
31. Riding Home 4/14/2010
32. No Man's Land 4/14/2010
33. Noel 4/14/2010
34. The Young Soldier 4/14/2010
35. Nymphs 1/3/2003
36. The Bird's Bargain 1/3/2003
37. The Wall Between 4/14/2010
38. The Summons 4/14/2010
39. The New Recruit 4/14/2010
40. Lambs 1/3/2003
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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A Gardener-Sage

Here in the garden-bed,
Hoeing the celery,
Wonders the Lord has made
Pass ever before me.
I see the young birds build,
And swallows come and go,
And summer grow and gild,
And winter die in snow.

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