Santa Clara Valley Poem by Ina Coolbrith

Santa Clara Valley



Green pasture-slopes with dotting trees;
Broad garden-stretches, far and fair;
White cloud on cloud of orchard-bloom;
A balm, a fragrance, all the air!

Whistle of blackbird, song of lark,
Carol of linnet! -where could be
A fairer land, a land as rare,
Thou little vale of Arcady?

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Ina Coolbrith

Ina Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois
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