Hilda Conkling, Child Poet

Hilda Conkling had a brief, brilliant career as a poet.

Hilda Conkling represents a mystery. Her mother, Grace Hazard Conkling, was an English professor at Smith College in Massachusetts. One fall day Grace and her two daughters were walking through the woods. They stopped to rest, and little Hilda, who had just turned four, climbed into her mother’s lap and announced, “I made up a poem for you, Mother.”

Grace asked, “Can you say it for me?”

“Yes,” Hilda replied, and began:

“The blossoms will be gone in the winter:

Oh apples, come for the June!

Can you come, will you bloom?

Will you stay till the cold?”

Grace was a poet as well as an English professor, so she knew poetry. She recognized at once that this was a very good poem, especially for a four-year-old.

Grace and her daughters led a quiet, pleasant life in Northampton, Massachusetts, a town surrounded by the natural beauty of rural New England. In some ways it was a charmed life. Hilda and her sister Elsa spent many happy hours with their mother, walking in the woods or playing in the garden while she wrote. On snowy days the girls liked to hear their mother play the piano. They also loved to hear her read to them—stories of myths and heroes, nature and the wide world, and of course, poetry. Grace was always patient, caring, and a friend to her daughters as well as a mother. The love and companionship they shared wove a sort of magic web around them.

As time went on, Hilda continued to speak her poems to her mother. She would think of them as they were talking, and Grace, who as a writer often carried around a pen and paper, would always write them down. Hilda had a gift for comparing two different ideas and creating beautiful images from them. Many of her poems were about the natural world she saw around her every day, such as this one:

The chickadee in the appletree

Talks all the time very gently.

He makes me sleepy.

I rock away to the sea-lights.

Far off I hear him talking

The way smooth bright pebbles

Drop into water . . .

Chick-a-dee-dee-dee . . .

Hilda had a sharp eye for details which she used in many poems, such as this one about pansies:

This pansy has a thinking face

Like the yellow moon.

This one has a face with white blots:

I call him the clown.

Here goes one down the grass

With a pretty look of plumpness;

She is a little girl going to school

As Hilda grew older, she made up poems about what she had read. One of her favorite stories was about the hero Siegfried:

The birds came to tell Siegfried a story,

A story of the woods out of a tree:

How the ring was fairy

And there were things it could do for him

Day and night:

How the river flowed green and wavy

Under the Rainbow Bridge

But Hilda’s poetry and her young life really centered around her special relationship with Grace. They were daily companions, sharing stories, thoughts, and feelings, and also sharing Hilda’s poetic gift. And much of Hilda’s poetry was about her deep love for her mother. Hilda wrote this one when she was five:

I will sing you a song,


With love in it,

(How I love you!)

And a rose to swing in the wind,

The wind that swings roses!

When she was nine, Hilda composed this poem about their special bond:

If I sing, you listen;

If I think, you know.

I have a secret from everybody in the world full of people

But I cannot always remember how it goes;

It is a song

For you, Mother,

With a curl of cloud and a feather of blue

And a mist

Blowing along the sky.

If I sing it some day, under my voice,

Will it make you happy?

Hilda lived in a child’s world of woods and gardens, stories and play. But her poetry reached a very adult world of serious readers. Grace had her poems published in three books: Poems of a Little Girl in 1920 when Hilda was just ten, Shoes of the Wind in 1922, and Silverhorn in 1924. Her poetry was praised by the best authors of the time. Amy Lowell, a noted poet, wrote an introduction to the first book, and said about Hilda’s poems, “The oldest poet in the world could not improve upon them.” In 1922 some of her poems were included in the Bookman Anthology of Verse.

Grace carefully kept Hilda out of the spotlight, though. She knew it was better for Hilda to have a normal, carefree childhood. Amy Lowell, a friend of the Conklings, described Hilda as quiet, preferring reading to rowdy games, but not shy. Hilda went to school, did her schoolwork, and played and roamed in the woods with Elsa. Poetry was a part of her life, but not the most important part, and she was a happy, contented child.

As the years went by, it struck Grace that Hilda never wrote down any of her own poems. Wishing to foster her independence, Grace stopped recording Hilda’s poetry. But the result was that Hilda made fewer and fewer poems. By the time she was in high school, she had stopped creating poems altogether.

How was Hilda able to produce such high-quality poetry at her young age, and why did she stop? It’s a mystery. But it seems that much of the magic of Hilda’s poetry was the love and communication between herself and her mother. The magic spell was woven from the special bond between them. When Grace was no longer part of Hilda’s poetry, the spell was broken.

Hilda’s childhood was over, and so was her life as a poet. She produced no poetry as an adult and dropped from the public view for the rest of her life. She never married and lived with her mother until her mother’s death in 1958. Hilda passed away in 1986 at the age of 76.

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