Helen Hunt Jackson

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


Poem by Helen Hunt Jackson

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 butterflies.

17 By all these lovely tokens
18 September days are here,
19 With summer's best of weather,
20 And autumn's best of cheer.

21 But none of all this beauty
22 Which floods the earth and air
23 Is unto me the secret
24 Which makes September fair.

25 'T is a thing which I remember;
26 To name it thrills me yet:
27 One day of one September
28 I never can forget.

Comments about September by Helen Hunt Jackson

  • Michelle Rothwell (10/31/2019 2:10:00 PM)

    Assigned to learn this poem 52 years ago in fourth grade, I'm pleased that my memory still holds the beautiful words of this poem and the sensations it brings up in me.(Report)Reply

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  • Zeke Normandin (9/14/2019 11:03:00 AM)

    2nd grade...Blackstone Mass.....1946.....Miss Murphy..Lincoln School........this is the poem that haunts me still...I am now approaching 80 and as I fly fish a New England creek.......the rhyme echos in my ears.......The golden rod is yellow has found my nose and eyes.....but the sedges hatching.....still cause the speckled trout to turn into dinner....(Report)Reply

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  • Paresh ChakraParesh Chakra (12/14/2018 9:03:00 AM)

    September is a very gorgeous poem(Report)Reply

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  • C.J. Stewart (10/1/2018 10:31:00 PM)

    I I learned this poem by heart over 70 years ago in 1st grade and still can recite the beginning by heart I have always loved it, perhaps because I am a September baby!(Report)Reply

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  • Mildred staton (4/19/2018 6:48:00 AM)

    I learned this poem in school I forgot some of the words but never the meaning. It was a joy to be able to pull it up Beautiful(Report)Reply

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  • Amar AgarwalaAmar Agarwala (10/18/2016 7:40:00 PM)

    What mesmeric verses... September comes to life and endows with immorality!(Report)Reply

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  • Cynthia Snow (9/15/2013 1:56:00 PM)

    My mother's favorite poem also. She and my father got married in September. Sadly, it was also the month in which she died. So for me this poem is bittersweet.(Report)Reply

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  • Jim Foster (8/6/2011 6:58:00 PM)

    My mother Wilma Foster loved this poem and recited it every September even though she was blind the last ten years of her life. We read this poem at her funeral.(Report)Reply

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  • Bev H Sawyer Jr (10/10/2006 2:38:00 PM)

    This is an appealing poem!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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