Karle Wilson Baker

(1878 - 1960 / United States)

Good Company - Poem by Karle Wilson Baker

To-day I have grown taller from walking with the trees,
The seven sister-poplars who go softly in a line;
And I think my heart is whiter for its parley with a star
That trembled out at nightfall and hung above the pine.

The call-note of a redbird from the cedars in the dusk
Woke his happy mate within me to an answer free and fine;
And a sudden angel beckoned from a column of blue smoke -
Lord, who am I that they should stoop - these holy folk of thine?


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  • (3/7/2017 10:43:00 PM)


    A lovely poem, rich in rhyme and rhythm having some spiritual interpretation. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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