Women are Irish too, this woman wrote of her immortality, she being WOMAN.
[Pictured: Katharine Tynan, Author/Poetess]
Because this month is celebrating women, and it's St. Patrick's Day-- today's blog features a women of history born in Dublin, Ireland. Katharine Tynan was born January 23, 1861. She was a daughter of a cattle farmer and spent her life on the farm. Growing up she became a writer and poetess producing many works. It's reported that she produced 100 novels of which she wrote one novel every month. In addition, she also wrote books of poetry, plays and seven books of devotion. Her writings was marked by an unsual blend of feminism, but was always drawn from her real life experiences. Later in life she suffered from bouts of depression after the sudden death of her husband in 1919. However, with all of things that may have combated her; she continued writing until her death in Wimbeldon, London on April 2, 1931 at age of 70. Featuring a woman who wrote of immortality--read her poem also titled the same. I especially picked this one because of the endurance of women, and lives we touch in giving in birth and our touching rememberance from others in death.
IMMORTALITY
So I have sunk my roots in earth
Since that my pretty boys had birth;
And fear no more the grave and gloom,
I, with the centuries to come.
As the tree blossoms so bloom, I,
Flinging wild branches to the sky;
Renew each year my leafy suit,
Strike with the years a deeper root.
Shelter a thousand birds to be,
A thousand herds give praise to me;
And in my kind and grateful shade
How many a weary head be laid.
I clothe myself with a stain.
In me a child is born again,
A child that looks with innocent eyes
On a new world with glad surprise.
The old mistakes are all undone,
All the old sins are purged and gone,
Old wounds and scars have left no trace,
There are no lines in this young face.
To hear the cuckoo the first time,
And 'mid new roses in the prime
To read the poets newly.
This,
Year after year, shall be my bliss.
Of me shall love be born anew;
I shall be loved and lover too;
Years after this poor body has died
Shall be the bridegroom and the bride.
....
Of me shall mothers spring to know
The mother's bliss, the mother's woe;
And children yet to be
Shall learn their prayers about my knee.
And many million lights of home
Shall light for me the time to come.
Unto me much shall be forgiven,
....
I,... that make many souls of heaven.
Katharine Tynan--1861-1931
MARCH IS WOMEN'S HISTORY MONTH
THIS MONTH CELEBRATES WOMEN OF HISTORY.....ALL WOMEN.
Posted By: MIISRAEL Bride
Wednesday, March 17th 2010 at 8:32AM
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