Helen Fiske Jackson
Poems (6)
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A Last Prayer
Father, i scarcely dare to pray, / So clear I see, now it is done, … -
Coronation
At the king’s gate the subtle noon / Wove filmy yellow nets of sun; … -
Emigravit
With sails full set, the ship her anchor weighs. / Strange names shine out beneath her figure head. … -
Habeas Corpus
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? / Why all this tedious pomp of writ? … -
Morn
In what a strange bewilderment do we / Awake each morn from out the brief night’s sleep. … -
Poppies in the Wheat
Along ancona’s hills the shimmering heat, / A tropic tide of air, with ebb and flow …