Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIRST, by ROBERTA ROBERSON CHILDERS First Line: The withering sun drops grudgingly Last Line: A dry trough greets their day-long thirst. Subject(s): Drought | ||||||||
The withering sun drops grudgingly, Still clutching mountain edges, Then horses follow winding trails Over blistered desert ledges To idle windmill -- still air, cursed. A dry trough greets their day-long thirst. | 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 |
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