You Kissed Me
Josephine Slocum Hunt (? -?)
Has that magic moment ever been better described?
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Update: January 27, 2022
Mr. Farley, I saw your post online regarding the poet Josie S. Hunt, asking for any information about her. She is my 3rdgreat aunt born in New Hampshire where she attended college in 1860 in Manchester as an authoress. At death she was located to Emporia Kansas by her sister, Juliette Hunt-Slocum, for private burial. Later re- interned to Maplewood Cemetery in Emporia, Kansas. She was the daughter of Lucy S. Sherburne and William A. Hunt. Her parents divorced by 1850 and Lucy and Josie’s siblings all relocated to Emporia, Kansas while Josie remained in New Hampshire to complete college. I have no record of her ever marrying and her burial record has last name Hunt at death.
Marlena Hunt – Coelho
Brought alive by the reading of Ghizela Rowe
You Kissed Me (full poem)
You kissed me! My head drooped low on your breast
With a feeling of shelter and infinite rest,
While the holy emotions my tongue dared not speak,
Flashed up as in flame, from my heart to my cheek;
Your arms held me fast; oh! your arms were so bold —
Heart beat against heart in their passionate fold.
Your glances seemed drawing my soul through mine eyes,
As the sun draws the mist from the sea to the skies.
Your lips clung to mine till I prayed in my bliss
They might never unclasp from the rapturous kiss.
You kissed me! My heart, my breath and my will
In delirious joy for a moment stood still.
Life had for me then no temptations, no charms,
No visions of rapture outside of your arms;
And were I this instant an angel possessed
Of the peace and the joy that belong to the blest,
I would fling my white robes unrepiningly down,
I would tear from my forehead its beautiful crown,
To nestle once more in that haven of rest —
Your lips upon mine, my head on your breast.
You kissed me! My soul in a bliss so divine
Reeled and swooned like a drunkard when foolish with wine,
And I thought ’twere delicious to die there, if death
Would but come while my lips were yet moist with your breath;
While your arms clasped me round in that blissful embrace,
While your eyes melt in mine could e’en death e’er efface —
Oh, these are the questions I ask day and night:
Must my lips taste no more such exquisite delight?
Would you wish that your breast were my shelter as then?
And if you were here, would you kiss me again?