Katharine Tynan Poems
|121.||The Open Road||4/14/2010|
|122.||The Perfect Playmate||4/14/2010|
|128.||The Sad Spring||4/14/2010|
|129.||The Secret Foe||4/14/2010|
|133.||The Truce Of God||4/14/2010|
|137.||The Vision: (Katia: Easter Sunday, 1916)||4/14/2010|
|138.||The Wall Between||4/14/2010|
|140.||The Weeping Babe||1/3/2003|
|142.||The Wild Geese||4/14/2010|
|143.||The Wind That Shakes The Barley||1/3/2003|
|144.||The Young Mother||4/14/2010|
|145.||The Young Soldier||4/14/2010|
|146.||They Who Return||4/14/2010|
|147.||To One In Grief||4/14/2010|
|148.||To R A A||4/14/2010|
|149.||To The Others||4/14/2010|
|150.||To Two Bereaved||4/14/2010|
|151.||Turn O' The Year||4/14/2010|
|153.||Unhousel'D, Unanointed, Unanel'D||4/14/2010|
|155.||What She Said||4/14/2010|
|156.||What Turned The Germans Back||4/14/2010|
|157.||When You Come Home||4/14/2010|
|159.||Wings In The Night||4/14/2010|
Comments about Katharine Tynan
I am the pillars of the house;
The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall
Would fall to ruin me utterly.
I am the fire upon the hearth,
I am the light of the good sun,
I am the heat that warms the earth,
Which else were colder than a stone.
At me the children warm their hands;
I am their light of love alive.
Without me cold the hearthstone stands,
Nor could the precious children thrive.
I am the twist that holds together
The children in its sacred ring,
Their knot of love, from whose close tether
No lost child goes ...
The Foggy Dew
A splendid place is London, with golden store,
For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore;
But mournful are its streets to me, I tell you true,
For I'm longing sore for Ireland in the foggy dew.
The sun he shines all day here, so fierce and fine,
With never a wisp of mist at all to dim his shine;
The sun he shines all day here from skies of blue:
He hides his face in Ireland in the foggy dew.