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. If Only
2. Beside the Dead
3. Unbound
4. With the Caravan
5. In the Pouts

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

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