BLUE SMOKE
by: Karle Wilson Baker
(1878-1960)
 he flame of my life burns low
- Under the cluttered days,
- Like a fire of leaves.
- But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke
- Goes up to God.
| "Blue Smoke" is reprinted from Blue Smoke. Karle Wilson Baker. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1919. |
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