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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOT HILL, by MAY MCKEE
First Line: Seeped in a symphony of sound
Last Line: Beyond the cedar trees.
Subject(s): Melancholy; Dejection
First Line: Seeped in a symphony of sound
Last Line: Beyond the cedar trees.
Subject(s): Melancholy; Dejection
Seeped in a symphony of sound
I lay upon the hot, still ground
And heard cool laughter of the breeze
And smelled the dusty sunshine sifting down
Upon the brown
Dry bed of cedar trees.
Pale powdered clouds in weird lament
Lagged weary up the hills and sent
Ghosts coasting down in gray descent.
The melancholy pines arrayed
In arabesques of light and shade
Crooned hauntingly a serenade.
The slivered silence of the rills
Spilled laughter on the painted hills
And fluted cries of whippoorwills.
Seeped in a symphony of sound
I lay upon the hot, still ground
And watched the slender fingers of the breeze
Nuzzling the grass and snuffing ghosts of flowers
In dusky bowers
Beyond the cedar trees.
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