Poems by Karle Wilson Baker
A Clear Night
... I have worn this day as a fretting, ill-made garment, ...
Let Me Grow Lovely
... And there is healing in old trees, ...
Nacogdoches Speaks
... And taut heart-strings: wild wills, who thought to deal ...
I Shall Be Loved As Quiet Things
... Curled yellow leaves that whisper down ...
The Tree
... (But high in the branches of my green tree there is a wild ...
Within the Alamo
... But as long as there travails ...
A Simple Song For America
... Who knows nor church nor creed, ...
Unser Gott
... but at last There surely will be spilled enough of blood ...
Apple and Rose
... O wild winds, and clumsy, pilfering bees, ...
Blue Smoke
... But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke ...
The Cardinal And His Lady
... And his little lady is the soft ashes covering the half-seen embers ...
Texas Cowboy
... Whose days like pearls are sorted, hour by hour - ...
Good Company
... Lord, who am I that they should stoop - these holy folk of thine ...
Poet's Song
... Droppd feathers from the wings of God ...
Days
... Some days my thoughts are just cocoons- all cold, and dull and blind, ...
