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. A Birth-Night Song 4/14/2010
2. A Colloquy: (For M. W.) 4/14/2010
3. A Connaught Man (For Hugh Maguire) 4/14/2010
4. A Gardener-Sage 1/3/2003
5. A Girl's Song 4/14/2010
6. A Hero 4/14/2010
7. A Holy Week Song, 1918 4/14/2010
8. A Lament 4/14/2010
9. A Prayer { For Those Who Shall Return} 4/14/2010
10. A Song For The New Year {1915} 4/14/2010
11. A Song Of Going 4/14/2010
12. A Song Of Spring 4/14/2010
13. A Woman Commends Her Little Son 4/14/2010
14. Adveniat Regnum Tuum 1/3/2003
15. After Ascension 4/14/2010
16. Alienation 4/14/2010
17. All Souls 4/14/2010
18. Any Mother 4/14/2010
19. Any Woman 1/3/2003
20. Autumnal 4/14/2010
21. Blessings 1/3/2003
22. Christmas In The Year Of The War 4/14/2010
23. Colours 4/14/2010
24. Comfort 4/14/2010
25. Dead- A Prisoner 4/14/2010
26. Distraction 4/14/2010
27. Easter 1/3/2003
28. Emptiness 4/14/2010
29. Epiphany: (For Dora, 1918) 4/14/2010
30. Farewell 4/14/2010
31. Flower O' The Year 4/14/2010
32. Flower Of Youth 4/14/2010
33. For The Airmen 4/14/2010
34. Good Friday, A.D. 33 4/14/2010
35. Haymaking 4/14/2010
36. Herbal 4/14/2010
37. High Summer 4/14/2010
38. His Footstep 4/14/2010
39. Immortality 1/3/2003
40. Indian Summer 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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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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