California (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
Was it the sigh and shiver of the leaves?Was it the murmer of the meadow brook,That in and out the ...
Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems on Gold (18 Poems)
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, ...
Le Chemin De L’ecole (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
A meadow greenly carpeted,A strip of woodland, brown and cool,Through which the wandering pathway ledUnto the village school:The little pathway ...
The Road To School (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
A MEADOW greenly carpeted;A strip of woodland, brown and cool,Through which the wandering pathway ledUnto the village school:The little pathway ...
A Song Of The Summer Wind (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
BALMILY, balmily, summer wind,Sigh through the mountain passes;Over the sleep of the beautiful deep,Over the woods' green masses -Ripple the ...
The Vision Of Saint Francis (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
Francis D' Assisi, gentlest Saint of Saint's,Within his garden where the roses grewThat knew no thorn, slept from a wearinessOf ...
Regret (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
Mine, to loose or to hold,I held it, thus, in my hand.Mine, to fetter or free-Which should it be?Dear little ...
Millennium (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
THE night falls, heavy with the coming storm!Far out, the ocean frets against the bar,And the cloud-legions, gathering force and ...
“In ended days, a child, I trod thy sands” (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
In ended days, a child, I trod thy sands,The sands unbuilded, rank with brush and brierAnd blossom-chased the sea-foam on ...
Longfellow (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
Pleasant as sound of falling rain amongThe summer leaves, and the sweet as after rainThe moist earth is when the ...
Sufficient (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
CITRON, pomegranate,Apricot and peach;Flutter of apple - blowsWhiter than the snow;Filling the silenceWith their leafy speech,Budding and bloomingDown row after ...
Rebuke (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
"THE world is old and the world is cold,And never a day is fair," I said.Out of the heavens the ...
Sorrow Is Better Than Laughter (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
(Eccl. VII,3) To 'Uncle George BromleyI hold not that sorrow than laughterIs better for man;The storm-clouds that darken the heavensThan ...
Copa De Oro (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
(CALIFORNIA POPPY.)Thy satin vesture richer is than loomsOf Orient weave for raiment of her kings,Not dyes of olden Tyre, not ...
Luther Burbank (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
O Mother Earth, how couldst thou let him go?Thy son, whose every touch was a caressTo blossom into all of ...
Loma Alta (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
Scarred with the jagged wounds from ruthless hands,Despoiled, dishonored of my fair array, -The gold and emerald vesture of the ...
At The Hill’s Base (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
O Singers, up the heights of goldWhereon Song dwells-with thoughts that runTo music, as the flowers unfoldAnd gladden to the ...
To San Francisco (Ina Donna Coolbrith Poems)
Fair on your hills, my City,Fair as the Queen of old,Supreme in her seven-hilled splendor-You, from your Gate of Gold,Facing ...