Karle Wilson Baker

(1878 - 1960 / United States)

A Clear Night - Poem by Karle Wilson Baker

I have worn this day as a fretting, ill-made garment,
Impatient to be rid of it.
And lo, as I drew it off over my shoulders
This jewel caught in my hair.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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