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Poem by Ina Donna Coolbrith

Copa De Oro


Thy satin vesture richer is than looms
Of Orient weave for raiment of her kings,
Not dyes of olden Tyre, not precious things
Regathered from the long forgotten tombs
Of buried empires, not the iris plumes
That wave upon the tropics' myriad wings,
Not all proud Sheba's queenly offerings,
Could match the golden marvel of thy blooms,
For thou art nurtured from the treasure-veins
Of this fair land; thy golden rootlets sup
Her sands of goldЧof gold thy petals spun,
Her golden glory, thou! of hills and plains,
Lifting, exultant, every kingly cup
Brimmed with the golden vintage of the sun.

Ina Donna Coolbrith

Ina Donna Coolbrith's other poems:
  1. The Mariposa Lily
  2. Unbound
  3. The Day of Our Lord
  4. Two
  5. In Ended Days, a Child, I Trod Thy Sands

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