It's twilight on the desert, stillness walks With stealthy tread, softening daytime heat; Glare turns to haze. A lone sheep's dismal bleat Fills the heart with sorrow, and a crow talks To distant mate, while graceful yucca stalks Send heavenward a prayer, an offering neat To Him whose love makes cacti flowers complete With the sheen of pink and yellow waxen chalks. I put my homely task upon the shelf And gaze past chapparal to purpling hills At twilight, when my poignant thoughts will roam Enkindling dreams as old as time itself, Which burden man with narrow, selfish ills That chain immortal soul in mortal loam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 5 by CONRAD AIKEN A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER |