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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING IN THE DESERT, by ARTHUR TRUMAN MERRILL First Line: Like the rusty bronze of a copper kettle Last Line: A vulture specks the blue. Subject(s): Deserts; Food & Eating; Spring; West (u.s.); Southwest; Pacific States | |||
Like the rusty bronze of a copper kettle The rattler coils in the sun; The lizard lies, an emerald green, On the armored blade of a cactus, Or, blushing red, on its bloom; The coyote sprawls at the mouth of his cave Maw-sick of his carrion-trove, And sheds his coat of the winter gone. Bees buzz in the thralls of the yucca cups, And midges dance o'er the fetid pool. The gorgeous dyes of the desert floor Are like the robes of a medicine-man, Or the loom of a Zuñi maid. Old Chief Lone Man squats in the sun, Back propped against an orange cliff, He mutters anon, or smokes or sleeps in the sun; And miles up there in the desert sky A vulture specks the blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WESTERN WAGONS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DRIVING WEST IN 1970 by ROBERT BLY IN THE HELLGATE WIND by MADELINE DEFREES A PERIOD PORTRAIT OF SYMPATHY by EDWARD DORN ASSORTED COMPLIMENTS by EDWARD DORN AT THE COWBOY PANEL by EDWARD DORN EUREKA by ARTHUR TRUMAN MERRILL |
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