June in New Mexico, -- a desert land, Basking beneath a torrid, cloudless sky; Seas of dun-colored, torpid, desert sand, Reaching horizons cupped in purple dye. The gray-green mounds, -- waves in arrested motion, Innumerable appear, as fallen on sleep; A soundless, motionless and molten ocean, Where, in the silence, deep calls unto deep. Upon the dormant waves, with sails outspread, Are argosies of ivory-winged feluccas, Burdened with Beauty, on the earth to shed The cream-white glory of Regina Yuccas. Ethereal visitants to earth they seem, -- The living splendor of a Poet's dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by ROBERT FROST UNDERNEATH THE BOUGH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BALLAD OF BITTER FRUIT by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE ON THE SINKING OF THE VICTORIA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A ROUND by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE WANING MOON by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT FRA GIACOMO by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN SPRING FANTASIES: 6. AS FLUTES OF ARCADY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |