The four seasons, the ten oaths, the nine colors, three vowels that stretch forth their paltry hands to the seven flavors and the one money, the official parody of prayer. Up on this mountain, stumbling on talus, on the north face there is snow, and on the south, buds of pink flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MACGREGOR'S GATHERING by WALTER SCOTT THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO THE MOONFLOWER by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LOUISA; A TALE by JANE BOWDLER |