Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How the earth burns! Each pebble under foot Last Line: Oh, this is rest! Oh, this is paradise! Subject(s): Nature; Oases; Travel; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
HOW the earth burns! Each pebble under foot Is as a living thing with power to wound. The white sand quivers, and the footfall mute Of the slow camels strikes but gives no sound, As though they walked on flame, not solid ground! 'T is noon, and the beasts' shadows even have fled Back to their feet, and there is fire around And fire beneath, and the sun overhead. Pitiful Heaven! what is this we view? Tall trees, a river, pools, where swallows fly, Thickets of oleander where doves coo, Shades, deep as midnight, greenness for tired eyes. Hark, how the light winds in the palm-tops sigh! Oh, this is rest! oh, this is paradise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 112. GIBRALTAR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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