Helen Hunt Jackson

(18 October 1830 – 12 August 1885 / Amherst, Massachusetts)

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  • Danyell J. Bernier (7/17/2018 9:54:00 AM)

    No moew in heaven than earth will he find God
    Who does not know his loving mercy swift
    But waits the moment consummate and ripe,
    Each burden, from each human soul to lift.......................
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  • angel (5/15/2018 3:31:00 PM)

    what's so peculiar about silence again''

  • helen hunt (2/5/2018 2:12:00 PM)

    hello tapan my name is helen hunt

  • sorry eli is very rude (2/5/2018 2:11:00 PM)

    eli she is syupid ans weird

  • puppy dog (2/5/2018 2:10:00 PM)

    love her so pretty art

  • hiiiii 1 (2/5/2018 2:09:00 PM)

    she is coolhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

  • Tapan M. Saren Tapan M. Saren (9/2/2016 11:32:00 PM)

    She was a very talented poetess.. I love her works ''Calender Of Sonnets...''

Best Poem of Helen Hunt Jackson

A Calendar Of Sonnets: January

O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice. June could not hire
Her roses to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn
The bridges thou dost lay where men desire
In vain to build.
O Heart, when Love's sun goes
To northward, and the sounds of singing cease,
Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.
Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.
Walk ...

Read the full of A Calendar Of Sonnets: January

Where?

My snowy eupatorium has dropped
Its silver threads of petals in the night;
No signal told its blossoming had stopped;
Its seed-films flutter silent, ghostly white:
No answer stirs the shining air,
As I ask, "Where?"

Beneath the glossy leaves of winter-green
Dead lilly-bells lie low, and in their place

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