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Days – Karle Wilson Baker

Some days my thoughts are just cocoons- all cold, and dull and blind, They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind; And other days they drift and shine – such free and flying things! I find … Continue reading

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Blue Smoke – Karle Wilson Baker

The flame of my life burns low Under the cluttered days, Like a fire of leaves. But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke Goes up to God.

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A Clear Night – Karle Wilson Baker

I have worn this day as a fretting, ill-made garment, Impatient to be rid of it. And lo, as I drew it off over my shoulders This jewel caught in my hair.

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