An Indian rides across the plain; And crushed beneath his pony's tread The alkali's white crystals shine; Red wheels the sun high overhead. Stolid of face and sombre-eyed; His mustang's bridle trails aground; The sullen lassitude of heat, Of smothering light, enfolds them round. Hot hazes rise; in shimmering veil, The panting breath of parchéd earth, Their silhouette grows dim; a speck They fade into the desert-dearth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |