Honey-Throats Poem by Ina Coolbrith

Honey-Throats



Honey-Throats, upon the boughs,
Piping all day long-
Sun-flecks in the leaves that house
Quickened into song-

In your notes a gospel lies-
Teach it yet to me! -
What the Maker in the skies
Meant His world to be.

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Ina Coolbrith

Ina Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois
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