GREAT sun, why are you pitiless? All day your glance is hard and keen Upon the hills that once were green Where summer, sere and passionless, Now lies brown-frocked against the sky And makes of them her resting place Since she has drunk the valleys dry. You never turn away your face And I, who love you, cannot bear Your long, barbaric, searching look Down through the low cool flights of air; Your tirelessness I cannot brook, For all my body aches with light And you have glutted me with sight, With flooding color made me blind To homely things more soft and kind, Till I have longed for clouds to roll Between you and my naked soul O Great Beloved, hide away That I may miss you for a day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOU SAY YOU SAID by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 2 by EZRA POUND |