poet Helen Hunt Jackson

Helen Hunt Jackson

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  • amythegirl (3/18/2019 11:01:00 AM)

    hi
    im amy my name is amy i like red red is the color of many things like blood

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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''

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  • helen hunt (2/5/2018 2:12:00 PM)

    hello tapan my name is helen hunt

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

    eli she is syupid ans weird

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  • puppy dog (2/5/2018 2:10:00 PM)

    love her so pretty art

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  • 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...''

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Best Poem of Helen Hunt Jackson

September

1 The golden-rod is yellow;
2 The corn is turning brown;
3 The trees in apple orchards
4 With fruit are bending down.

5 The gentian's bluest fringes
6 Are curling in the sun;
7 In dusty pods the milkweed
8 Its hidden silk has spun.

9 The sedges flaunt their harvest,
10 In every meadow nook;
11 And asters by the brook-side
12 Make asters in the brook,

13 From dewy lanes at morning
14 The grapes' sweet odors rise;
15 At noon the roads all flutter
16 With yellow ...

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Morn

In what a strange bewilderment do we
Awake each morn from out the brief night's sleep.
Our struggling consciousness doth grope and creep
Its slow way back, as if it could not free
Itself from bonds unseen. Then Memory,
Like sudden light, outflashes from its deep
The joy or grief which it had last to keep
For us; and by the joy or grief we see
The new day dawneth like the yesterday;