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

41. Joining The Colours 4/14/2010
42. Lambs 1/3/2003
43. Lament 4/14/2010
44. Lenton Communion 4/14/2010
45. Mater Dei 1/3/2003
46. Mediation 4/14/2010
47. Meetings 4/14/2010
48. Menace 4/14/2010
49. Mid The Piteous Heaps Of Dead 4/14/2010
50. Missing 4/14/2010
51. New Heaven 4/14/2010
52. No Man's Land 4/14/2010
53. Noel 4/14/2010
54. Nymphs 1/3/2003
55. Of An Orchard 4/14/2010
56. Of St. Francis And The Ass 4/14/2010
57. Old Song Re-Sung 1/3/2003
58. Palestine: 1917 4/14/2010
59. Pilgrims To The East 4/14/2010
60. Prayer At Night 4/14/2010
61. Quiet Eyes 4/14/2010
62. Recompense: (For Lord Kilhacken) 4/14/2010
63. Resurrection 4/14/2010
64. Riding Home 4/14/2010
65. Salutation 4/14/2010
66. Shamrock Song 4/14/2010
67. Sheep And Lambs 1/3/2003
68. Slow Spring 1/3/2003
69. Song Of Going 4/14/2010
70. Speeding 4/14/2010
71. St. Francis And The Birds 1/3/2003
72. Starling 4/14/2010
73. Telling The Bees: (For Edward Tennant) 4/14/2010
74. The Aerodrome 4/14/2010
75. The Aerodrome 4/14/2010
76. The Bird's Bargain 1/3/2003
77. The Boys Of The House: For Valentine And Hubert Blake 4/14/2010
78. The Bride 4/14/2010
79. The Broken Soldier 4/14/2010
80. The Brothers (For Arnold And Donald Fletcher) 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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