Karle Wilson Baker High Poems
- 1. Within The Alamo
He drew a straight line
Across the dirt floor:
Within, it was death-still--
Without, was a roar
... - 2. I Shall Be Loved As Quiet Things
I shall be loved as quiet things
Are loved--white pigeons in the sun,
Curled yellow leaves that whisper down
One after one;
... - 3. The Tree
My life is a tree,
Yoke-fellow of the earth;
Pledged,
By roots too deep for remembrance,
...
