Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит)
A Memory
THROUGH rifts of cloud the moon's soft silver slips; A little rain has fallen with the night, Which from the emerald under-sky still drips Where the magnolias open, broad and white. So near my window I might reach my hand And touch these milky stars, that to and fro Wave, odorous. . . . Yet 't was in another land — How long ago, my love, how long ago!
Ina Donna Coolbrith’s other poems:
- In Ended Days, a Child, I Trod Thy Sands
- Love-Song
- The Day of Our Lord
- Return
- Bret Harte (A stir of pines in the forest)
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