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Karle Wilson Baker
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.
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What an utterly compelling poem! Beautiful, poignant and so full of rich meaning. Loved it! ! (Report) Reply
A lovely piece of heart rendered into words (Report) Reply
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
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
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
That tells no secret of its birth. Nice work. (Report) Reply
the thunder of my heart must go, good one. (Report) Reply
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
that's the best way to be loved. very well stressed (Report) Reply
A nice work well embed good use of imagery (Report) Reply
A poem about a person unknown who learned to witness the Beauty in her self and her quiet life. (Report) Reply