It's twilight on the desert, stillness walks With stealthy tread, softening daytime heat; Glare turns to haze. A lone sheep's dismal bleat Fills the heart with sorrow, and a crow talks To distant mate, while graceful yucca stalks Send heavenward a prayer, an offering neat To Him whose love makes cacti flowers complete With the sheen of pink and yellow waxen chalks. I put my homely task upon the shelf And gaze past chapparal to purpling hills At twilight, when my poignant thoughts will roam Enkindling dreams as old as time itself, Which burden man with narrow, selfish ills That chain immortal soul in mortal loam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR A LADY I KNOW by COUNTEE CULLEN THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. EXERCISE by JOHN ARMSTRONG A SONG OF MARY by AGNES H. BEGBIE THE POET, AND HIS INTERPRETERS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ON PALLAS BATHING by CALLIMACHUS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE LONG DAY IN THE OPEN by EDWARD CARPENTER |