Karle Wilson Baker

(1878 - 1960 / United States)

I Shall Be Loved As Quiet Things

Poem by Karle Wilson Baker

I shall be loved as quiet things
Are loved--white pigeons in the sun,
Curled yellow leaves that whisper down
One after one;

The silver reticence of smoke
That tells no secret of its birth
Among the fiery agonies
That turn the earth;

Cloud-islands; reaching arms of trees;
The frayed and eager little moon
That strays unheeded through a high
Blue afternoon.

The thunder of my heart must go
Under the muffling of the dust--
As my gray dress has guarded it
The grasses must;

For it has hammered loud enough,
Clamored enough, when all is said:
Only its quiet part shall live
When I am dead.


Comments about I Shall Be Loved As Quiet Things by Karle Wilson Baker

  • Amar AgarwalaAmar Agarwala (7/16/2016 8:30:00 PM)

    What an utterly compelling poem! Beautiful, poignant and so full of rich meaning. Loved it! !(Report)Reply

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  • Stephen LoomesStephen Loomes (7/16/2016 4:37:00 PM)

    A lovely piece of heart rendered into words(Report)Reply

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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar NairKrishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (7/16/2016 11:53:00 AM)

    Curled yellow leaves that fallen lie
    Hath a beauty of their own delight
    The pride of being once so high
    Shimmers in the dew of dying light…..

    Great poem by Karle.....(Report)Reply

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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar NairKrishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (7/16/2016 11:49:00 AM)

    Curled yellow leaves that fallen lie
    Hath a beauty of their own delight
    The pride of being once so high
    Shimmers in the dew of dying light…..

    Great poem by Karle...(Report)Reply

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  • Barry MiddletonBarry Middleton (7/16/2016 9:11:00 AM)

    A delightful poem on the beauty of quietness, the challenge of passion and the silence of death. Deserves much more than a 6.1 IMO.(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (7/16/2016 9:04:00 AM)

    That tells no secret of its birth. Nice work.(Report)Reply

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  • Gajanan MishraGajanan Mishra (7/16/2016 6:58:00 AM)

    the thunder of my heart must go, good one.(Report)Reply

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  • Onuora IlodibeOnuora Ilodibe (7/16/2016 5:00:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem.... As endeavor to make our mark on the Sands we shall be loved like the quiet things and remembered after we are gone(Report)Reply

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  • Akachukwu LekwauwaAkachukwu Lekwauwa (7/16/2016 2:20:00 AM)

    that's the best way to be loved. very well stressed(Report)Reply

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  • Babatunde AremuBabatunde Aremu (7/16/2016 2:00:00 AM)

    A nice work well embed good use of imagery (Report)Reply

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  • Edward Hester (8/8/2006 6:42:00 PM)

    A poem about a person unknown who learned to witness the Beauty in her self and her quiet life.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003