They wear the squash-flower cut in silver And carve the sun on canyon walls; Their words are born of storm and calyx, Eagles, and waterfalls. They weave the thunder in the basket, And paint the lightning on the bowl: Taking the village to the rainbow, The rainbow to the soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN IN KENSINGTON GARDENS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE CASTAWAY by WILLIAM COWPER HENRY HUDSON'S QUEST [1609] by BURTON EGBERT STEVENSON TO HARTLEY COLERIDGE; SIX YEARS OLD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PRESIDENTIAL COTILLION by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |