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The Poetry by Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis

Thoughts 

I love the Autumn,
And yet I cannot say
All the thoughts and things
That make one feel this way. 

I love walking on the angry shore,
To watch the angry sea;
Where summer people were before,
But now there’s only me. 

I love wood fires at night
That have a ruddy glow.
I stare at the flames
And think of long ago. 

I love the feeling down inside me
That says to run away
To come and be a gypsy
And laugh the gypsy way.

The tangy taste of apples,
The snowy mist at morn,
The wonderlust inside you
When you hear the huntsman’s horn. 

Naustagia----that’s the Autumn,
Dreaming through September
Just a million lovely things
I always will remember

Jackie Kennedy--1943



Sea joy 

When I go down by the sandy shore
I can think of nothing I want more
Then to live by the booming blue sea
As the seagulls flutter round about me

I can run about----when the tide is out
With the wind and the sand and the sea all about
And the sea gulls are swirling and diving for fish
O----to live by the sea is my only wish.

Jackie Kennedy--1939

Meanwhile in Massachusetts Jack Kennedy dreamed

Walking the shore by the Cape Cod Sea
Of all the things he was going to be.

He breathed in the tang of the New England fall
And back in his mind he pictured it all,
The burnished New England countryside
Names that a patriot says with pride
Concord and Lexington, Bunker Hill
Plymouth and Falmouth and Marstons Mill
Winthrop and Salem, Lowell, Revere
Quincy and Cambridge, Louisburg Square.
This was his heritage—this his share
Of dreams that a young man harks in the air.
The past reached out and tracked him now 

He would heed that touch; he didn’t know how.
Part he must serve, a part he must lead
Both were his calling, both were his need. 

Part he was of New England stock
As stubborn, close guarded as Plymouth Rock
He thought with his feet most firm on the ground
But his heart and his dreams were not earthbound
He would call new England his place and his creed
But part he was of an alien breed
Of a breed that had laughed on Irish hills
And heard the voice in Irish rills

The life of that green land danced in his blood
Tara, Killarney, a magical flood
That surged in the depth of his too proud heart
And spiked the punch of New England so tart
Men would call him thoughtful, sincere
They would not see through to the Last Cavalier 

He turned on the beach and looked toward his house. 

On a green lawn his whit house stands
And the wind blows the sea grass low on the sands
There his brothers and sisters have laughed and played
And thrown themselves to rest in the shade.
The lights glowed inside, soon supper would ring
And he would go home where his father was King.
But no he was here with the wind and the sea
And all the things he was going to be.

He would build empires
And he would have sons
Others would fall
Where the current runs 

He would find love
He would never find peace
For he must go seeking
The Golden Fleece 

All of the things he was going to be
All of the things in the wind and the sea



 
Poetry about Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis

A Tribute to Jacqueline Kennedy

Lovely the way you walk.
You toss your head and laugh again.
Your children dance around you
With a father's fondness
A father's smile.

Your hand touches dawn
As a gesture of light
Warms your path
And you are young again

 

What shall I say of noon?

For a testament of grief,
Holy as scripture
Quietly rests in your heart.

 

I will not turn the pages.

 

Fondly may the centuries
In humble testimony,
To feet further than ours,
Guard you in their vigil.

 

May his blessings tenderly embrace
All your today's,
As a flame softly quivers,
Bending to your prayer,
Cool, pondering.

 

Please, wait for my hand
For where is love
Without you?
Remember,
As evening smiles on a valiant brow,
Tomorrow is not far away,
Hardly a breath
From his yesterday, his love

 

And a palm of roses.

Terry Quinlan

Jackie's Strength


A bouvier till her wedding day
Shots rang out
The police came
Mama laid me on the front lawn
And prayed for Jackie's strength
Feeling old by 21
Never thought my day would come
My bridesmaids getting laid
I pray for Jackie's strength

Make me laugh
Say you know what you want
You said we were the real thing
So I show you some more and I learn
What black magic can do
Make me laugh
Say you know you can turn
Me into the real thing
So I show you some more
And I learn

Stickers licked on lunch boxes
Worshipping David Cassidy
Yeah I mooned him once
On Donna's box
She's still in recovery
Sleep - overs Beene's got some pot
You're only popular with anorexia
So I turn myself inside out
In hope someone will see

Make me laugh
Say you know what you want
You said we were the real thing
So I show you some more and I learn
What black magic can do
Make me laugh
Say you know you can turn
Me into the real thing
So I show you some more
And I learn

I got lost on my wedding day
Typical the police came
But virgins always get backstage
No matter what they've got to say
If you love enough you'll lie a lot
Guess they did in camelot
Mama's waiting on my front lawn
I pray
I pray
I pray
For Jackie's strength

Make me laugh
Say you know what you want
You said we were the real thing
So I show you some more and I learn
Jackie's strength

Tori Amos




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