In scarlet caps of sunset, swarthy hills Survey the tortured valley as it lies Naked and burning under the blue-flamed skies. Across its sterile breast a dark stain spills Of squalid wickiups, whose old chief wills A third bride in his Eden. . . . Once, her eyes Shone on the campus but their laughter dies Where, coiled among greenswords, the rattle kills. Fat, in a wrapper from the country store, She squats to weave a tribal basket, while Pent in his cave the wierd ambassador Of ancient gods makes medicine. Her smile Inscrutable as death, reveals no more. Now . . . has she love or hatred for Carlisle? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FINE DAY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |