DAY in, day out, dust devils dance Along the ridge. The cattle die Stark mad by leperous water-pools. Day in, day out, in wicked trance A white sun sears in twain the sky. And we who know so much are fools, And god is dead — and you, away: You in the north and I so parched — Day after day, day after day. Night after night, the red moons creep, Like lizards in the purple heat, Across the dead hills to the east. Night after night, I cannot sleep For memory of wind showers fleet And the cool sweetness of your breast. When, when will there come the good wet rain, Peace, and you in my arms again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST DISCONTENTS IN DEVON by ROBERT HERRICK HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 6. YEUX GLAUQUES by EZRA POUND THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 74 by PHILIP SIDNEY THIS COMPOST: 1. by WALT WHITMAN CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 7. OF HOSPITALITY by WILLIAM BASSE |