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English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Meadowlarks. Ина Донна Кулбрит.

Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит)


Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy that I am!
(Listen to the meadow-larks, across the fields that sing!)
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O subtle breath of balm.
O winds that blow, O buds that grow, O rapture of the Spring!

Sweet, sweet, sweet! Who prates of care and pain?
Who says that life is sorrowful? O life so glad, so fleet!
Ah! he who lives the noblest life finds life the noblest gain.
The tears of pain a tender rain to make its waters sweet.

Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy world that is!
Dear heart, I hear across the fields my mateling pipe and call.
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O world so full of bliss—
For life is love, the world is love, and love is over all!

Ina Donna Coolbrith’s other poems:

  1. The Day of Our Lord
  2. Return
  3. In Ended Days, a Child, I Trod Thy Sands
  4. The Captive of the White City
  5. Memorial Poem

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