From Living Waters (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
COMMENCEMENT POEM, WRITTEN FOR THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, JUNE, 1876."INTO the balm of the clover,Into the dawn and the dew,Come, ...
COMMENCEMENT POEM, WRITTEN FOR THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, JUNE, 1876."INTO the balm of the clover,Into the dawn and the dew,Come, ...
The song of Kilvani: fairest sheIn all the land of Savatthi.She had one child, as sweet and gayAnd dear to ...
ITS friendship and its carelessnessDid lead me many a mile,Through goat's-rue, with its dim caress,And pink and pearl-white smile;Through crowfoot, ...
Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,And, behold, for repayment,September comes in with the wind of the WestAnd the ...
Herr Weiser--! Three-score-years-and-ten--,A hale white rose of his country-men,Transplanted here in the Hoosier loam,And blossomy as his German home--As blossomy ...
So oft our hearts, beloved lute,In blossomy haunts of song are mute;So long we pore, 'mid murmurings dull,O'er loveliness unutterable.So ...
Where are they?--the friends of my childhood enchanted--The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own,And the warm, chubby fingers ...
Would you not be in Tryon Now that the spring is here,When mocking-birds are praising The fresh, the blossomy year?Look — on ...
The world has praised your leafy songs,And you, in singing them, have madeRich folk forget their gains and wrongsAnd poor ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
I.BEYOND his silent vault green springs went by, The river flashed along its open way, Blithe swallows flitted ...
Come, thou of the drooping eyelid,And cheek that is meekly pale,Give over thy pensive musingAnd list to a lonesome tale;For ...
Ah, drops of gold in whitening flameBurning, we know your lovely name -Daisies, that little children pull!Like all weak things, ...
It is May, and the moon leans down at nightOver a blossomy land;Leans from her window a lady white,With her ...
A brown bird sang on a blossomy tree,Sang in the moonshine, merrily,Three little songs, one, two, and three,A song for ...
Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; 'Tis the bird's trill ...
(For S. M. L.) I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, But it ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
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