She danced like a swirl of petals down Our quiet village street; And followed a gleaming stardust trail With steps that were lithe and fleet. Far out and away on the high white road Ere the day had well begun, We could catch the gallant, eager tread Of that runner in the sun. But the shining dust blinded her eyes -- And the winds tore dreams apart. And they found her at last with a slender shaft Of dreams buried deep in her heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU ITALIAN PICTURES: COSTA MAGIC by MINA LOY SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON |