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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DESERT TREE SPEAKS, by LUCILLE EVANS First Line: With twisted arms stretched to relentless sun Last Line: I wake! ...To writhe in ancient, thirsting pain! Alternate Author Name(s): Stillwell, Evan | |||
With twisted arms stretched to relentless sun On this bleak terrain, panting in the dry Expanse of scorching sand, I lift my cry To spiteful desert gods who, mocking, shun My plea with brazen laughter. I am one Martyred by drouth while torrid fates deny My hungry veins their sap, and I shall die Stark and distorted when my span is done. Sometimes I dream that I have known a day When my starved roots drank of a sparkling, deep, Cool river; when my head was laved by rain That on my happy leaves in blessing lay... Then dawn's red furnace opens, blasts my sleep -- I wake! ...to writhe in ancient, thirsting pain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST GOING FOR WATER by ROBERT FROST JIM, WHO RAN AWAY FROM HIS NURSE, AND WAS EATEN BY A LION by HILAIRE BELLOC REMEMBRANCE by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE INDIAN WEED by RALPH ERSKINE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 101. THE ONE HOPE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MAID OF NEIDPATH by WALTER SCOTT LET NO CHARITABLE HOPE by ELINOR WYLIE |
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