IF tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me -- in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. There amid lolling juniper reclined, Myself unseen, I see in white defined Far off the homes of men, and farther still, The graves of men on an opposing hill, Living or dead, whichever are to mind. And if by moon I have too much of these, I have but to turn on my arm, and lo, The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow, My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze, I smell the earth, I smell the bruisËd plant, I look into the crater of the ant. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOVEMBER BLUE by ALICE MEYNELL WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT EPIGRAM ON QUEEN CAROLINE'S DEATHBED by ALEXANDER POPE COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER ANTIMENIDAS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE DECEMBER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH UPON THE LATE LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE ... by JOHN ALLISON (1645-1683) |