A New Year Born

Happy New Year!

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

New Year’s Morning (Excerpt)


by Helen Hunt Jackson

Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year’s morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old come true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.

The Old Year


John Clare (1793 – 1864)

The Old Year’s gone away
. .To nothingness and night:
We cannot find him all the day
.Nor hear him in the night:
He left no footstep, mark or place
. .In either shade or sun:
The last year he’d a neighbour’s face,
. .In this he’s known by none.

All nothing everywhere:
. .Mists we on mornings see
Have more of substance when they’re here
. .And more of form than he.
He was a friend by every fire,
. .In every cot and hall–
A guest to every heart’s desire,
. .And now he’s nought at all.

Old papers thrown away,
. .Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
. .Are things identified;
But time once torn away
. .No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year’s Day
. .Left the Old Year lost to all.

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A Sonnet Obsession

I am a life-long Minnesotan who resides in Minneapolis. I hope you enjoy my curated selection of sonnets, short poems and nerdy ruminations. I am pleased to offer Fourteenlines as an ad and cookie free poetry resource, to allow the poetry to be presented on its own without distractions. Fourteenlines is a testament to the power of the written word, for anyone wanting a little more poetry in their life.

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