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 ...
Was it the sigh and shiver of the leaves?Was it the murmer of the meadow brook,That in and out the ...
COMMENCEMENT POEM, WRITTEN FOR THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, JUNE, 1876."INTO the balm of the clover,Into the dawn and the dew,Come, ...
The World sweeps by! It is the end of Time!Nay, not the end, for Time can have no end:A cycle ...
No flower in all the land -No leaf upon the tree,Blossom, or bud, or fruit,But an icy fringe instead;And the ...
Mine, to loose or to hold,I held it, thus, in my hand.Mine, to fetter or free-Which should it be?Dear little ...
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,The sands unbuilded, rank with brush and brierAnd blossom-chased the sea-foam on ...
I GATHERED flowers the summer long;I dozed the days on sunny leas,And wove my fancies into song,Or dreamed in aimless ...
IAt BethlehemShepherds, what of the night?'Dark, dark and cold;Snow upon field and fold,Wind that is fierce and wild!But over the ...
Pleasant as sound of falling rain amongThe summer leaves, and the sweet as after rainThe moist earth is when the ...
IN winter-time one steadfast hope I had:When rains should cease to fall,And earth re-summon allHer blossom-guests, I should again be ...
I: PalacesA Wall of sod, a roof of thatch,And naked turf the floor;And winds, unchallenged and unbarred,Go in and out ...
A pearl-foam at his feetThe waters leap and fall;The sentry treads his beatUpon the sun-girt wall.Bronzed of visage, he,Stern, resolute ...
"THE world is old and the world is cold,And never a day is fair," I said.Out of the heavens the ...
CHEEKS of an ominous crimson,Eye-brows arched to a frown,Pretty red lips a-quiverWith holding their sweetness down;Glance that is never liftedFrom ...
(IN LOS ANGELES.)A BREATH of balm - of orange bloom!By what strange fancy wafted me,Through the lone starlight of the ...
In winter time one steadfast hope I had:When rains should cease to fall,And earth resummoned allHer blossom-quests, I should again ...
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy that I am!(Listen to the meadow-larks, across the fields that sing!)Sweet, sweet, sweet! O subtle ...
(B. G.: BORN JANUARY 28, 1895.)ROBED as with petals of the red rose-queen,Unfolding in the dawn's awakening rays,She stood, a ...
LARK'S song dropped from heaven,A rose's breath at noon;A still, sweet stream that flows and flowsBeneath a still, sweet moon:A ...
The magic of his wizard penStill holds the world in thrall:From lordly laurels won of menNo leaf may fade or ...
There's Pan!See-through the branches yonder!Where has he been, I wonder,The long, long span?Now, listen: you will hear,The pipes-the pipes o' ...
HE walks with God upon the hills!And sees, each morn, the world ariseNew-bathed in light of paradise.He hears the laughter ...
As bright the dew upon the rose,Though no eye sees its glisten;As sweet the song the singer sings,Though none may ...
For you 'one little song to singThat deep within your heartMay live, a sweet and sacred thingFrom all the world ...
O solitary watcher on the height,What holds the world for thee, a-near or far?Look up! There dawned for thee one ...
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