Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит)

Two

One sang all day, more merry than the lark
That mounts the morning skies:
One silent sat, and lifted patient eyes.

One heart kept happy time, from dawn to dark,
With all glad things that be:
One, listless, throbbed alone to memory.

To one all blesséd knowledge was revealed,
And love made clear the way:
One thirsted, asked, and still was answered nay.

To one, a glad, brief day, that slumber sealed
And kept inviolate:
To one, long years, that only knew to wait.

1. The Captive of the White City
2. Bret Harte (A stir of pines in the forest)
3. Meadowlarks
4. Memorial Poem
5. The Day of Our Lord

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Two ("One leaned on velvet cushions like a queen-")

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