Unsolvable, The Poem by Ina D. Coolbrith

Unsolvable, The



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.

Sunday, July 13, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: leaving,star
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Ina D. Coolbrith

Ina D. Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois (Josephine D. Smith)
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