FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying new subdivisions, The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and hundreds of nights, flat lands -- blood and fire of sunsets thousands of years have been pouring over you. And the stars follow the sunsets. One gold star. A shower of blue stars. Blurs of white and gray stars. Vast marching processions of stars arching over you flat lands where frogs sob this April night. "Lots for Sale -- Easy Terms" run letters painted on a board -- and the stars wheel onward, the frogs sob this April night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MELANCHOLIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE LITTLE BELL by THOMAS WESTWOOD I WOULD BE THE SUN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE REEDS by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT EPITAPH: JOHN TROT by WILLIAM BLAKE DARTMOOR: SUNSET AT CHAGFORD: RESPONDENT DHMIOURGOS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |