Poet's Song

Poem By Karle Wilson Baker

Dropp’d feather from the wings of God
My little songs and snatches are,
So light He does not hear them fall
As He goes by, from star to star.
Dropp’d feathers from the wings of God
I find, and braid them in my hair;
Men heed them not--they only make
My soul unto herself more fair.

Comments about Poet's Song

Dropp’d feathers from the wings of God I find, and braid them in my hair; Men heed them not- they only make My soul unto herself more fair. a very fine poem. tony
A feather fall from the wings of God the poet catches such snatches and braids them into her hair. What beautiful imagination! The last two lines are a little enigmatic though.
I have reread this beautiful poem, also chosen last year as the Classic Poem Of The Day. Sheer joy to reread this., I so feel the authentic lovely poetic tone and such a unique tone. I truly missed this tone in many classic poems, but this one sounds like the declamation days during my study. Make me homesick to that period Today a constant overloaded agenda, but so it be, Congratulations to thy family for being chosen again. I do hope they read this happy news too.
what a sweet and heart touching poem! words are very nicely woven to make it an interesting reading. 'Men heed them not- they only make My soul unto herself more fair.'..is so nice. Thanks for sharing.
Soul made fair by the feathers fallen from the wings of God unknown to Him men also not heeded by men but braided on her hair is wonderfully weaved in this poem by the Poet!


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