The Green Coverlet Poem by Ina Coolbrith

The Green Coverlet



It holds all things at last. Above it breathe
The lotus-balms from lethal blossoms shaken,
That spell to sleep; but they who lie beneath
Dream not, nor ever waken.

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Ina Coolbrith

Ina Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois
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