Helen Fiske Jackson

Poems (6)

• 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 …