A Calendar of Sonnets: March by Helen Hunt Jackson
Month which the warring ancients strangely styled The month of war,--as if in their fierce ways Were any month of peace!--in thy rough days I find no war in Nature, though the wild Winds clash and clang, and broken boughs are piled As feet of writhing trees. The violets raise Their heads without affright, without amaze, And sleep through all the din, as sleeps a child. And he who watches well may well discern Sweet expectation in each living thing. Like pregnant mother the sweet earth doth yearn; In secret joy makes ready for the spring;
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"Month which the warring ancients strangely styled..."
"A Calendar of Sonnets: March" by Helen Hunt Jackson is a nature and spiritual english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Helen Hunt Jackson demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Month which the warring ancients strangely styled The month of war,--as if in their fierce ways...", this piece explores themes of nature and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Helen Hunt Jackson's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.