Poem by Ina Donna Coolbrith

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. Copa De Oro
2. The Singer of the Sea
3. Fruitionless
4. Siesta
5. A Birthday Rhyme

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

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