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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: Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1219 |
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