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Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит)


A Fancy


I think I would not be
A stately tree,
Broad-boughed, with haughty crest that seeks the sky;
Too many sorrows lie
In years, too much of bitter for the sweet.
Frost-bite, and blast, and heat,
Blind drought, cool rains, must all grow wearisome,
Ere one could put away
Their leafy garb for aye,
And let death come.

Rather this wayside flower!
To live its happy hour
Of balmy air, of sunshine, and of dew.
A sinless face held upward to the blue,
A bird-song sung to it,
A butterfly to flit
On dazzling wings above it, hither, thither-
A sweet surprise of life-and then exhale
A little fragrant soul on the soft gale,
To float-ah, whither!



Ina Donna Coolbrith's other poems:
  1. Bret Harte (A stir of pines in the forest)
  2. Meadowlarks
  3. Two
  4. At the Close
  5. Siesta


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Edward Dyer (Эдвард Дайер) A Fancy ("Hee that his mirth hath loste")
  • Menella Smedley (Менелла Смедли) A Fancy ("She placed the pitcher on her head")
  • Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Fancy ("Drop down the crimson curtains") 1871

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