Helen Hunt Jackson

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

Helen Hunt Jackson Poems

41. Crossed Threads 1/3/2003
42. A Calendar Of Sonnets: June 1/3/2003
43. An Arctic Quest 1/3/2003
44. Danger 1/3/2003
45. Freedom 1/3/2003
46. A Calendar Of Sonnets: February 1/3/2003
47. A Calendar Of Sonnets: March 1/3/2003
48. A Calendar Of Sonnets: August 1/3/2003
49. Chance 1/3/2003
50. A Calendar Of Sonnets: July 1/3/2003
51. A Calendar Of Sonnets: December 1/3/2003
52. A Calendar Of Sonnets: September 1/3/2003
53. A Calendar Of Sonnets: November 1/3/2003
54. A Calendar Of Sonnets: April 1/3/2003
55. September 12/31/2002
56. October's Bright Blue Weather 1/3/2003
57. A Calendar Of Sonnets: October 1/3/2003
58. A Dream 1/3/2003
59. A Calendar Of Sonnets: January 1/3/2003

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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 ...

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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;

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