Ina D. Coolbrith Poems

If only in my dreams I once might see
Thy face: though thou shouldst stand
With cold, ureaching hand,
Nor vex thy lips to break
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Hope deferred maketh the heart sick. Proverbs, XIII,12

Where is the perfect Vision
The years have watched to see?
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Beyond the flight of hours,
Beneath the rooted flowers,
Where winter rain, nor showers
Of April, fall;
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If I lie at ease in the cradling trees,
Till the day drops down in the golden seas,
Till the light shall die from the warm, wide sky,
And the cool knight cover me—what care I?
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While lilies bud and blow,
While roses grow,
And trees wave greenly in the sun-
Wave greenly to and fro;
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Who knoweth the hope that was born to me,
When the spring-time came with its greenery!
With orchard blossoming, fair to see,
With drone of beetle, and buzz of bee,
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We read that under the far Indian skies,
The dusk magician with his magic wand
Calls from the arid and unseeded sand,
Whereon the shadowless sun’s hot fervor lies,
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For a love with a light that can fashion
A glory that knows not eclipse,
What voice, when its uttermost passion
Sets of silence the seal on the lips?
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As grows the rose
The thistle grows-
Each to its purpose
God He knows:
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In olden days, a child, I trod thy Sands,
Thy sands unbuilded, rank with brush and briar
And blossom - chased the sea-foam on thy strands,
Young City of my love and my desire.
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