The last of Helen Hunt Jackson’s Calendar of Sonnets (July was the month we originally joined her). I suppose I could just carry on repeating her poems ad infinitum – or until the blog expires – with different illustrations, but I think I shall try to find something different. Appropriate to end here, perhaps, with [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Helen Hunt Jackson’
A Joy Which Is But Joy Soon Comes To Dearth : Helen Hunt Jackson’s June
Posted in Arts, Poetry, tagged Helen Hunt Jackson, Poetry, Summer on June 5, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Rosy Showers Shed : Helen Hunt Jackson on May
Posted in Arts, Cricket, Flowers, Nature, Poetry, Sport, tagged Cricket, Helen Hunt Jackson, Little Bowden, Market Harborough, Poetry, Spring on May 2, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Helen Hunt Jackson’s thoughts on the month of May (one of her best, I think). “Sacred month unto the old” refers to Ovid’s belief that May was sacred to the “maiores” – the elders – rather than the usual suggestion of Maia (a fertility goddess). May O month when they who love must love and [...]
April, by Helen Hunt Jackson (Warning – this post contains an image some viewers may find offensive)
Posted in Advertising, Arts, Clothes, Media, Poetry, Sculpture, tagged Helen Hunt Jackson, Jack Wills, Outrages, Poetry, Praxiteles, Sculpture, Spring on April 9, 2011 | 5 Comments »
Over to Helen Hunt Jackson, for her preview of the new month. April No days such honored days as these! When yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which should forever bide On earth, her beauteous memory to set In fitting frame that no age could forget, Her name in [...]
The Violets Raise Their Heads Without Affright : March, by Helen Hunt Jackson
Posted in Arts, Flowers, Nature, Painting, Poetry, tagged Flowers, Helen Hunt Jackson, Mars, Painting, Poetry, Sandro Botticelli, Spring, Violets on March 5, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Time for Helen Hunt Jackson’s monthly forecast – she continues her classical theme from February. As you will see, she mentions that, in March, “the violets raise their heads without affright”, and here are what I believe are violet crocuses doing something similar around the edges of the Little Bowden Rec.. March Month which [...]
Expiation for the Old Year’s Ill : February, by Helen Hunt Jackson
Posted in Arts, Poetry, Trains, tagged Februa, February, Helen Hunt Jackson, Winter on February 2, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
If Stump Watch comes, can Helen Hunt Jackson be far behind? No, she can’t – luckily for me, as I’m afraid the prospect of an intensive series of meetings about Savings and Cuts has rendered me incapable of independent thought. Dear God, what a squalid business. Anyway, here’s Helen, with her thoughts for the month – February Still [...]
The Winter is the Winter’s Own Release : January, by Helen Hunt Jackson
Posted in Arts, Poetry, Tennis, tagged Helen Hunt Jackson, Poetry, Winter on January 8, 2011 | 2 Comments »
January. Not the most attractive of months – but what does Helen Hunt Jackson have to say about it? January O winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire The streams [...]
Frozen Architecture : December, by Helen Hunt Jackson
Posted in Arts, Poetry, tagged Helen Hunt Jackson, Little Bowden, Poetry, Snow, Winter on December 5, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I wonder what Helen Hunt Jackson has to say about this weather … Helen? December The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes Of water ‘neath the summer sunshine gleamed: Far fairer than when placidly it streamed, The brook its frozen architecture makes, And under bridges white its swift way takes. Snow comes [...]
The Treacherous Month : November, by Helen Hunt Jackson
Posted in Arts, Flowers, Nature, Poetry, tagged Autumn, Flowers, Helen Hunt Jackson, Poetry on November 6, 2010 | 2 Comments »
A week into November, and I realise we haven’t yet heard from Helen Hunt Jackson. No, she’s not on strike. An extreme example of the Pathetic Fallacy in action, this one, and, I feel, one of her stronger efforts. November This is the treacherous month when autumn days With summer’s voice come bearing summer’s [...]
October : from A Calendar of Sonnets by Helen Hunt Jackson
Posted in Arts, Poetry, tagged Autumn, Helen Hunt Jackson, Little Bowden, October, Poetry, Rainbows on September 29, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
My other duty, as the month ends, is, of course, to go over to Helen Hunt Jackson for the monthly weather forecast. So what’s October got in store for us, Helen? October The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way And spend whole seasons on a single [...]
A Calendar of Sonnets : September, by Helen Hunt Jackson
Posted in Arts, Fruit, Nature, Poetry, tagged Autumn, Helen Hunt Jackson, Little Bowden, Poetry, September on September 1, 2010 | 2 Comments »
The first of September, so over to Helen Hunt Jackson for the monthly forecast: September O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped! The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung On wands; the chestnut’s yellow pennons tongue To every wind its harvest challenge. Steeped In yellow, still lie fields where wheat was [...]
