Karle Wilson Baker

(1878 - 1960 / United States)

Days - Poem 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.


Comments about Days by Karle Wilson Baker

  • (3/7/2017 10:40:00 PM)


    A beautifully conceived equally beautiful and meaningful sweet little poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Indira Renganathan (3/7/2017 10:15:00 AM)


    Human nature it is....sometimes with reason, sometimes without reasons.....good poem (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O' Brian (3/7/2017 9:43:00 AM)


    A vivid contrast of the complexity of thought. Efficiently rendered, yet colorfully articulated. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (3/7/2017 3:35:00 AM)


    a nice poem of contrasts? I suppose it depends on which side of the bed you got out of that day? (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/7/2017 2:15:00 AM)


    My thoughts! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (3/7/2017 1:01:00 AM)


    Drift and shine..... thanks for sharing..., (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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