Poems
02.09.2010 / 20.04 pm
 
by Karle Wilson Baker
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Some days my thoughts are just cocoons- all cold, and dull and blind,
They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind;

And other days they drift and shine - such free and flying things!
I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.


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A Clear Night

I have worn this day as a fretting, ill-made garment,
Impatient to be rid of it.
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Blue Smoke

The flame of my life burns low
Under the cluttered days,
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Apple And Rose

My little daughter is a tea-rose,
Satin to the touch,
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To The Evening Star

Star that bringest home the bee,
And sett'st the weary labourer free!
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The Reason

My life is vile
I hate it so
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Poem (Remember Midsummer: The Fragrance Of Box)

Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white
roses
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Remarks On The Bright And Dark Side

But may a Rural Pen try to set forth
Such a Great Fathers Ancient Grace and worth
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One Flesh

Lying apart now, each in a separate bed,
He with a book, keeping the light on late,
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