DAY in, day out, dust devils dance Along the ridge. The cattle die Stark mad by leperous water-pools. Day in, day out, in wicked trance A white sun sears in twain the sky. And we who know so much are fools, And god is dead — and you, away: You in the north and I so parched — Day after day, day after day. Night after night, the red moons creep, Like lizards in the purple heat, Across the dead hills to the east. Night after night, I cannot sleep For memory of wind showers fleet And the cool sweetness of your breast. When, when will there come the good wet rain, Peace, and you in my arms again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON RYE BREAD by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE MYSTERY: 1 by ANNE MILLAY BREMER A COMMENT ON THE SCRIPTURE: 'IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD', JOHN, I,1 by JOHN BYROM |