UNDER a sultry, yellow sky, On the yellow sand I lie; The crinkled vapors smite my brain, I smoulder in a fiery pain. Above the crags the condor flies; He knows where the red gold lies, He knows where the diamonds shine; -- If I knew, would she be mine? Mercedes in her hammock swings; In her court a palm-tree flings Its slender shadow on the ground, The fountain falls with silver sound. Her lips are like this cactus cup; With my hand I crush it up; I tear its flaming leaves apart; -- Would that I could tear her heart! Last night a man was at her gate; In the hedge I lay in wait; I saw Mercedes meet him there, By the fireflies in her hair. I waited till the break of day, Then I rose and stole away; But left my dagger in the gate; -- Now she knows her lover's fate! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 3 by CONRAD AIKEN WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |