Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ARID LANDS, by HERBERT BASHFORD First Line: These lands are clothed in burning weather Last Line: The home of silence and of heat! Subject(s): Drought | ||||||||
THESE lands are clothed in burning weather, These parched lands pant for God's cool rain; I look away where strike together The burnished sky and barren plain. I look away; no green thing gladdens My weary eye -- no flower, no tree, Naught save the earth, the sage-brush saddens The scorched, gray earth that sickens me. Oh for the pines, where the sweet wind revels! The ringing laugh of the crystal creek! Alas, gaunt Hunger haunts these levels, And Thirst goes wandering wan and weak. No shadow falls where swiftly passes The gray coyote's noiseless feet, No song of bird, no hint of grasses -- The home of Silence and of Heat! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CA'LINE'S PRAYER by LUCILLE CLIFTON SAN ANTONIO MI SANGRE: FROM THE HARD SEASON by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE DESERT PARABLE by ELEANOR WILNER KINGFISHER FLAT by WILLIAM EVERSON THE BROKEN DROUGHT by ROBERT FROST CANE: NOVEMBER COTTON FLOWER by JEAN TOOMER DESERT WIFE by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER DROUTH WILL BE ENDED by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD BY THE PACIFIC by HERBERT BASHFORD |
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