Jenny Kissed Me

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!

by James Henry Leigh Hunt Click to read full poem

Comments about Jenny Kissed Me

Bryan Sefton 06 Jul 01:30
A simple poem that creates all the right feelings. Happiness. nostalgia, longing for the innocent times I envy my Grandchildren for because they have them ahead.
Me Poet Yeps Poet 06 Dec 2019 06:24
Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! explicit desires how lucky Jenny did kiss you
Carl J. Denbow 18 Sep 2018 03:06
This poem was in a collection my father had, and. it captivated me when I first read it, especially the last few lines. Every once in awhile it comes back into my consciousness - like today when I looked it up on this website. Now, like another poster, I'm growing old... in my early 70s... but I have a daughter Jenny... who kissed me! ; -) [This poem played a role in why I agreed with my wife that Jennifer would be a good name for our younger daughter.]
Stephen Hocking. 26 Jun 2018 07:03
I cannot remember the exact story behind this poem but as best as I can remember it commemorates a moment when Leigh Hunt, the poet, who had been quite ill, visits the family of his friend, another poet whose name I don’t recall, and is greeted in the manner he recounts by the poets wife, Jenny, normally a rather reserved and cold person but whom in this moment of happy relief, seeing their friend recovered, casts aside her usual inhibitions and kisses him in joy at his survival.
Anita Garlick 22 Mar 2018 07:03
Jenny is my adorable grandaughter, Chera, who jumped up from her chair and kissed me when she saw me.
Robert Burney 28 Jan 2018 09:39
I find it rather sad. An old man recalls one moment of love he once had that is lost forever.
Garrett A. Hughes 15 Feb 2016 01:52
Found this poem in a flyer while skiing in Vermont a week or so ago (Feb 2016) . It was accompanied by a beautiful picture in silhouette of an older gentleman sitting next to a wood/coal stove, stooped slightly over, reading a book, and his wife, dressed in a beautiful full-skirted dress, leaning over and looking into a large soup kettle on top of the stove that she was stirring. You can't imagine how well the poem and the picture go together. I made a Valentine out of both with a little help from Photoshop, Adobe FrameMaker and my scanner printer. My wife was very touched as I changed the name in the poem to hers. We are both in our 70s. Fortunately, health has not missed us, but I love this poem.
Aj Smith 07 Nov 2015 04:39
I first read this poem in a magazine when I was 15. I was so impressed by it, really touched my heart, that I decided if I ever had a girl I would name her Jenny. Sixteen years later after 2 boys....Jenny was born! I am now in my 70's & it is so true when I say I'm growing old but add, Jenny kissed me.
Aj Smith 07 Nov 2015 04:35
I first read this poem in a magazine when I was 15. I so loved it that I knew that when I got married & was lucky enough to have a girl, I would name her Jenny. Well,16 years later, after having 2 boys, I had a girl.....Jenny. I am now in my 70's & how true it is to say I'm growing old but add, Jenny kissed me.
Mary Liz Marino 05 Jun 2015 09:09
every time I read this little poem, I smile. I know your feelings, James.
Chinedu Dike 19 Apr 2015 06:39
Very romantic piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing.
Jed Huff 22 Feb 2014 12:57
I believe it is a reflection of an older man who's heart was fond of a girl. And although time may have stole away his opportunities for all that supposedly makes one happy, (health and wealth) there's one good thing that happened that he does not want time to forget. Jenny kissed him.
* Sunprincess * 25 Nov 2013 12:49
this one makes me laugh, because a kiss can be worth more than gold :)
Res John Burman 30 Sep 2012 04:30
Oh dear, this reminds me of so many ladies, one or two of them called Jenny! This is the joy of poetry, when it grabs you, it is as though is was written by one's own sub-concious. Now if only I had Leigh Hunt's sweet facility with words.... Love this one!
Sarah Fish 29 Mar 2005 01:43
I love this poem; it is, I feel, a perfect example of how much pride and excitement one expresses at the simplest things when one is in love. It really made me smile, and it made my friend Jenny smile too!