
“Say I’m weary, say I’m sad, / Say that health and wealth have miss’d me,” writes Leigh Hunt (1784–1859) — “Say I’m growing old, but add, / Jenny kiss’d me.”
It would be hard to find something sweeter than what we have for Today’s Poem: Hunt’s 1838 “Jenny Kiss’d Me.”
Hunt was a minor poet, minor essayist, minor public figure, minor intellectual — a man minor at so many things that they added up to an outsized influence on the era. In “Jenny Kiss’d Me,” he produced one of the most charming poems of the Victorian age: a rondeau describing a visit to Thomas Carlyle’s house, where Jane Carlyle (1801–1866) greeted him with a kiss. Or, at least, Hunt called it a rondeau, giving it that title in its early publication. And it bears enough similarity to the 14th-century French form of the rondeau simple (growing into the triolet) — with its opening phrase repeated as the truncated last line.
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