Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит)

All

An hour to live-to be!
To laugh, to weep, to sigh!
An hour to love, alas! -
And then to die.

Why take one thought of care
For aught ‘twixt birth and death,
When all is compassed in
So brief a breath?

1. At the Dawn
2. My “Cloth of Gold”
3. Summons
4. Rose and Thistle
5. Atom

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