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.

(C) Karle Wilson Baker
03/11/2017


Best Poems of Karle Wilson Baker

• I Shall Be Loved As Quiet Things
• The Tree
• Days
• Texas Cowboy
• Unser Gott
• A Clear Night
• Let Me Grow Lovely
• Nacogdoches Speaks
• The Cardinal And His Lady
• Apple And Rose
• Blue Smoke
• Good Company
• Within The Alamo