Ina Donna Coolbrith

  • (California Poppy)
    THY satin vesture richer is than looms
      Of Orient weave for raiment of her kings!
      Not dyes of olden Tyre, not precious things
    Regathered from the long-forgotten tombs
    Of buried empires, not the iris plumes
      That wave upon the...

  • Insect or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing,
    Poised upon slender tip, and quivering
    To flight! a flower of the fields of air;
    A jewelled moth; a butterfly, with rare
    And tender tints upon his downy wing,
    A moment resting in our happy sight;
    A flower...