Refuged in purple shadows Of desert mountains In midnight darkness On the desert A Cereus blooms. Waxen petals, virgin petals lifted To pale desert starlight In the silence, A slow-measured silence... A Cereus blooms. All is still As in death... quiet Only a perfume, A perfume seeping through darkness, A hidden perfume Haunting is, telling us A Cereus has bloomed. Putting on white robes In unison; mysteriously, In the quiet, hidden sanctity Of desert altars; Like virginal girls, veiled; Veiled nuns taking final vows In white robes, Vows of purity, chastity, constancy... A desert Cereus blooms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURY ME IN A FREE LAND by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER A NIGHT-PIECE ON DEATH by THOMAS PARNELL THE SPHINX AT MOUNT AUBURN by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES TO JOY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE GLORY OF ISRAEL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |