The Unsolvable Poem by Ina Coolbrith

The Unsolvable



What use the questioning? This thing we are:
A breath called life, housed for a little space
In how infinitesimal a star; -
Then vanished, leaving neither sound nor trace.

Monday, November 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: leaving,star
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Ina Coolbrith

Ina Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois
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