Helen Hunt Jackson

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

September - 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

  • Rookie 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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  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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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