Ina D. Coolbrith

Rookie (1842-1928 / Nauvoo, Illinois (Josephine D. Smith))

Ina D. Coolbrith Poems

1. A Birthday Rhyme 7/8/2008
2. A Fancy 7/8/2008
3. A Good-By 7/13/2008
4. A Hope 7/8/2008
5. A Last Word (To My Mother) 7/8/2008
6. A Leaf For Memory 7/8/2008
7. A Lost Day 7/11/2008
8. A Meeting 7/8/2008
9. A Memory 7/8/2008
10. A New Leaf 7/8/2008
11. A Page Of Herrick 7/8/2008
12. A Perfect Day 7/8/2008
13. A Prayer (A Prayer For Strength) 7/8/2008
14. A Song Of The Summer Wind 7/8/2008
15. Across The Chasm 7/8/2008
16. After The Battles 7/9/2008
17. After The Winter Rain 7/9/2008
18. Alcatraz * 7/9/2008
19. Alien 7/9/2008
20. All 7/9/2008
21. Alone 7/9/2008
22. An Answer 7/9/2008
23. An Emblem 7/9/2008
24. Art Of William Keith, The 7/9/2008
25. At Anchor * 7/9/2008
26. At Peace 7/9/2008
27. At Rest (B. P. A.) 7/9/2008
28. At Set Of Sun 7/9/2008
29. At The Close 7/9/2008
30. At The Dawn (Song) 7/9/2008
31. At The Hill’s Base 7/9/2008
32. Atom 7/9/2008
33. Be Happy, Happy, Little Maid 7/9/2008
34. Beside The Dead 7/9/2008
35. Birds, The 7/9/2008
36. Birth Of Love, The 7/9/2008
37. Bohemia * 7/9/2008
38. Bret Harte* 7/9/2008
39. Bribe, The 7/9/2008
40. Brook, The 7/9/2008

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Best Poem of Ina D. Coolbrith

When The Grass Shall Cover Me

When the grass shall cover me,
Head to foot where I am lying;
When not any wind that blows,
Summer-blooms nor winter snows,
Shall awake me to your sighing:
Close above me as you pass,
You will say: 'How kind she was, '
You will say: 'How true she was, '
When the grass grows over me.

When the grass shall cover me,
Holden close to earth's warm bosom;
While I laugh, or weep, or sing,
Nevermore, for anything:
You will find in blade and blossom,
Sweet small voices, odorous,
Tender pleaders in my cause,
That shall speak me as I was ...

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A Meeting

Within that nameless realm where Dead meet Dead
I met that one through whom my life was banned,
Who gave for love fierce hate.
So wan the eyes, reflecting eyes as wan,
I reached my hand to clasp the outstreached hand
And touched-but icy air!
‘Alas! ’ I said: ‘Alas! Alas! poor shade! ’
And he: ‘Alas! Alas! poor shade! ’ he said.

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