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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DESERT TREE SPEAKS, by LUCILLE EVANS First Line: With twisted arms stretched to relentless sun Last Line: I wake! ...To writhe in ancient, thirsting pain! Alternate Author Name(s): Stillwell, Evan | |||
With twisted arms stretched to relentless sun On this bleak terrain, panting in the dry Expanse of scorching sand, I lift my cry To spiteful desert gods who, mocking, shun My plea with brazen laughter. I am one Martyred by drouth while torrid fates deny My hungry veins their sap, and I shall die Stark and distorted when my span is done. Sometimes I dream that I have known a day When my starved roots drank of a sparkling, deep, Cool river; when my head was laved by rain That on my happy leaves in blessing lay... Then dawn's red furnace opens, blasts my sleep -- I wake! ...to writhe in ancient, thirsting pain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON READING -- . by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER PSALM 55 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE CONSOLATION by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH THE KNIGHT'S EPITAPH by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT GLOOMY DECEMBER by ROBERT BURNS HOUSECLEANING DAY IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY UPON MY LORD CHIEF JUSTICE HIS ELECTION OF MY LADY ANNE WENTWORTH FOR HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW |
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