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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
87 CASA GRANDE, by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL First Line: On the gila's sun-burnt plain Last Line: On la casa grande's brow. Subject(s): Houses, Deserted; Legends | |||
On the Gila's sun-burnt plain Where naught but the mesquit grows, And the fevered breath of the sullen simoon From off the desert blows; Where the earth's dry lips are athirst And the Gila monsters crawl, Stands a house of adobe alone and despoiled By the years which scatter all. The Indian as wrinkled and sere As the leaf that rustles aground, Has no legend-torch its grey depth to light, And echo can find no sound. No house of its kin on the plain; Life refuses its brotherhood now; Even Death has laid a reluctant hand On La Casa Grande's brow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ICE SHALL COVER NINEVEH by KENNETH REXROTH MONUMENT MOUNTAIN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE STRANGER; AFTER A GUARANI LEGEND RECORDED BY ERNESTO MORALES by WILLIAM STANLEY MERWIN THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE GUERDON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LEGEND OF ARA-COELI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A BILIOUS DAY by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL |
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