Quiescent under the brazen sky Like patient animals, dumb with pain, The huddled hills of the coast range lie And meekly wait for the first fall rain. Charred and embered by summer sun, Dead and twisted, their grasses rest In breeze-tossed windrows dead and dun Like a filmy ash on each rounded crest. Deep scarred canyon and rough crevasse Have quite forgotten their springtime flowers; Clothed with the sere and ashen grass They pant with thirst for the longed-for showers. The sun beats down through October haze And the seared hills moan with a breath of pain, "Now are the aching autumn days, "Send us the rain, Lord, send us the rain!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON AT THE FUNERAL OF A MINOR POET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MOUNTAIN FROLIC by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |