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Footnotes
Along the Way
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Collected
poems of Helen K. Hazard 1925-2007
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This poetry collection captures the heart-fracturing pain of death
and loss as well as the healing power of love, laughter, friendship and faith.
WINTER
RIVER
by Helen K.
Hazard
Silence
Reigns here
Along the shore
Where September’s ruin
Lies scattered
On December’s
Floor.
The trees
In barren silhouette
Rise aloof
Above the snow,
Winter hushed
And winter shrouded,
Row on
Row . . .
The solemn river
Flows ghostly,
Pewter-gray,
Between shores of
Snow spun filigree
To wend its
Seaward way.
Oh, let me linger here
And learn
How death,
By some mysterious
And triumphal turn,
Yields eternally
To April.
© 2007 HKH
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The ink and watercolor sketch
on the cover of Footnotes is by artist Leo Hershfield
(1904-1979) and is a rendition of Lark's Landing, the Hazard family home on
the Potomac River in Mason's Neck, Virginia. Hershfield and his wife, Mary
Emma, were close friends of Helen and Jack Hazard. The Hazards used this
sketch as the letterhead of their personal stationery.
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This pastel portrait of Helen
K. Hazard was done by New England artist Charles Allenbrook (1905-1989).
Allenbrook had a summer studio on Bearskin Neck in Rockport, MA, just a few
doors down from two ocean-front cottages owned by the Hazard Family. Jack
Hazard commissioned the portrait in 1953. Helen was 28 years old at the
time.
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HELPFUL HINTS ~from
my mother
In the kitchen,
My mother said,
Don’t leave the dishes
And go to bed.
The grease will harden,
The sink overflow,
It’s always best
To clean as you go.
In life you’ll also
Find this true,
A mess unattended
Becomes Mulligan Stew.
Chaos ignored,
Continues to grow.
It leads to psychiatrists
Who’ll take all your dough.
So roll up your sleeves,
Attack the muddle,
Save yourself
A boatload of trouble.
And should the doctor
Hint you’re soon to die,
Before you mope
Buck up and try
To spare your heirs
A wracking blow.
Clean up
Before
you go.
© 2007 HKH
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