The wind and his sheep have hurdled The horizon's stone wall And empty now the blue corral of the sky. The Catalinas guard the mesa With splendor of breadth and shoulder, An incandescent sun bedazzling facets Of vermilion granite ranks. Hairy sahuaros with lifted arms, Tokens of peaceful surrender To the judgment of solitude, Face solemn rock ribbed sentinels. Here mesquite and catclaw Wage war with the root. For supremacy over moist subterranean flows. Near the foot of that blooming chulla A toad at sight of gopher teeth Inflates with simmering air. Carrion wings spread and float on waves of heat. Yonder there, in far away purple, Where the battered windmill wails, Crumbles the adobe haunt of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: ELENOR MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |