Ina Coolbrith

(1841 – 1928 / Nauvoo, Illinois)

Ina Coolbrith Poems

1. Across The Chasm 11/16/2017
2. Summer Past 11/16/2017
3. With The Laurel 11/16/2017
4. With A Wreath Of Laurel 11/16/2017
5. Robin 11/16/2017
6. Ownership 11/16/2017
7. Pancho 11/16/2017
8. In The Pouts 11/16/2017
9. In The Library 11/16/2017
10. In Memoriam 11/16/2017
11. Listening Back 11/16/2017
12. Loneliness 11/16/2017
13. Dead 11/16/2017
14. Beside The Dead 11/16/2017
15. Alien 11/16/2017
16. The Road To School 11/16/2017
17. Alone 11/16/2017
18. Who Knoweth? 11/16/2017
19. Calla 11/16/2017
20. Marah 11/16/2017
21. A Leaf For Memory 11/16/2017
22. The Coming 11/17/2017
23. A Page Of Herrick 11/17/2017
24. Rebuke 11/17/2017
25. After The Battles 11/17/2017
26. Discipline 11/17/2017
27. Rose And Thistle 11/17/2017
28. Ungathered 11/17/2017
29. With The Caravan 11/17/2017
30. La Flor Del Salvador 11/17/2017
31. If I Have Never Loved Before 11/17/2017
32. After The Winter Rain 11/17/2017
33. In The Orchard 11/17/2017
34. Oblivion 11/17/2017
35. Mexico 11/17/2017
36. Question And Answer 11/17/2017
37. California Jubilee Poem 11/17/2017
38. To-Day's Singing 11/17/2017
39. Carmel-By-The-Sea 11/17/2017
40. The Faded-Flower 11/17/2017

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Best Poem of Ina Coolbrith

Cupid Kissed Me

Took a walk together;
O, how beautiful the way
Through the blooming heather!
Far-off bells rang matin-chimes,
Birds sang, silver-voicing,
And our happy hearts beat time
To the earth's rejoicing.
Well-a-day! ah, well-a-day!
Then pale grief had missed me,
And mirth and I kept company
Ere Cupid kissed me!

Love ran idly where he would,
Child-like, all unheeding;
I as carelessly pursued
The pathway he was leading:
Till upon the shadowed side
Of a cool, swift river,
Where the sunbeams smote the tide,
Goldenly a-quiver— ...

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Longing

O foolish wisdom sought in books!
O aimless fret of household tasks!
O chains that bind the hand and mind—
A fuller life my spirit asks!

For there the grand hills, summer-crowned,
Slope greenly downward to the seas;
One hour of rest upon their breast
Were worth a year of days like these.

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