The four seasons, the ten oaths, the nine colors, three vowels that stretch forth their paltry hands to the seven flavors and the one money, the official parody of prayer. Up on this mountain, stumbling on talus, on the north face there is snow, and on the south, buds of pink flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SOLDIER LISTENS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER CAVALIER TUNES: BOOT AND SADDLE by ROBERT BROWNING IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NEARER by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS TAMERLANE (4) by EDGAR ALLAN POE AMONG THE HEATHER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM POLYHYMNIA: DEDICATION TO THE COUNTESS OF LINDSEY by WILLIAM BASSE |