Josephine Jacobsen Poems
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- The Birthday Party The sounds are the sea, breaking out of ...
Josephine Jacobsen (19 August 1908 – 9 July 2003) was an American poet, short story writer, and critic. She was appointed the twenty-first Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1971.
Born in Cobourg, Ontario, Canada, she moved with her family to New York at a young age. When she was fourteen, she moved to Maryland where she lived for the rest of her life. Jacobsen served as poetry consultant to the Library of Congress from 1971 to 1973 and as honorary consultant in American letters from 1973 to 1979. She served as member of both the literature panel for the National Endowment of the Arts and of the poetry committee of Folger Library.
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The Birthday Party
The sounds are the sea, breaking out of sight,
and down the green slope the children's voices
that celebrate the fact of being eight.
One too few chairs are for desperate forces:
when the music hushes, the children drop
into their arms, except for one caught by choices.
In a circle gallops the shrinking crop
to leave a single sitter in hubris
when the adult finger tells them: stop.
There is a treasure, somewhere easy to miss.
In the blooms? by the pineapple-palms' bark?
somewhere, hidden, the shape of bliss.