Helen Hunt Jackson

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

Helen Hunt Jackson Poems

41. Crossed Threads 1/3/2003
42. A Last Prayer 4/14/2010
43. Opportunity 4/25/2012
44. An Arctic Quest 1/3/2003
45. Poppies On The Wheat 1/3/2003
46. New Year's Morning 1/3/2003
47. A Calendar Of Sonnets: February 1/3/2003
48. Doubt 12/31/2002
49. A Calendar Of Sonnets: November 1/3/2003
50. A Calendar Of Sonnets: October 1/3/2003
51. A Calendar Of Sonnets: March 1/3/2003
52. Danger 1/3/2003
53. The Fir-Tree And The Brook 1/3/2003
54. A Calendar Of Sonnets: January 1/3/2003
55. A Calendar Of Sonnets: April 1/3/2003
56. September 12/31/2002
57. A Dream 1/3/2003
58. Freedom 1/3/2003
59. October's Bright Blue Weather 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Helen Hunt Jackson

October's Bright Blue Weather

O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;

When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

When gentians roll their fingers tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;

When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine ...

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Songs Of Battle

Old as the world--no other things so old;
Nay, older than the world, else, how had sprung
Such lusty strength in them when earth was young?--
Stand valor and its passion hot and bold,
Insatiate of battle. How, else, told
Blind men, born blind, that red was fitting tongue
Mute, eloquent, to show how trumpets rung
When armies charged adn battle-flags unfurled?
Who sings of valor speaks for life, for death,

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