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

121. Indian Summer 4/14/2010
122. Immortality 1/3/2003
123. His Footstep 4/14/2010
124. High Summer 4/14/2010
125. Herbal 4/14/2010
126. Haymaking 4/14/2010
127. Good Friday, A.D. 33 4/14/2010
128. For The Airmen 4/14/2010
129. Flower Of Youth 4/14/2010
130. Flower O' The Year 4/14/2010
131. Farewell 4/14/2010
132. Epiphany: (For Dora, 1918) 4/14/2010
133. Emptiness 4/14/2010
134. Easter 1/3/2003
135. Distraction 4/14/2010
136. Dead- A Prisoner 4/14/2010
137. Comfort 4/14/2010
138. Colours 4/14/2010
139. Christmas In The Year Of The War 4/14/2010
140. Blessings 1/3/2003
141. Autumnal 4/14/2010
142. Any Woman 1/3/2003
143. Any Mother 4/14/2010
144. All Souls 4/14/2010
145. Alienation 4/14/2010
146. After Ascension 4/14/2010
147. Adveniat Regnum Tuum 1/3/2003
148. A Woman Commends Her Little Son 4/14/2010
149. A Song Of Spring 4/14/2010
150. A Song Of Going 4/14/2010
151. A Song For The New Year {1915} 4/14/2010
152. A Prayer { For Those Who Shall Return} 4/14/2010
153. A Lament 4/14/2010
154. A Holy Week Song, 1918 4/14/2010
155. A Hero 4/14/2010
156. A Girl's Song 4/14/2010
157. A Gardener-Sage 1/3/2003
158. A Connaught Man (For Hugh Maguire) 4/14/2010
159. A Colloquy: (For M. W.) 4/14/2010
160. A Birth-Night Song 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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