Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOJAVE DESERT, by CLYDE ROBERTSON First Line: In the mojave desert we saw swallows Last Line: And a lean red spider on my hand. Subject(s): Mohave Desert; Mojave Desert | ||||||||
In the Mojave Desert we saw swallows, High above its sun-baked hollows, Beat the dusty sky with black Tireless wings. We followed a track, Worn and bleached as a thin white band, Into the heart of a wasted land. Here, the sun at four o'clock Rose in the east like a blazing shock To sear the spikes of a joshua tree; Then, there was no more to see -- Nothing at all save naked sand And a lean red spider on my hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE MOJAVE by CHARLES FLETCHER LUMMIS WHEN THE SHEEP COME DOWN by CLYDE ROBERTSON STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 7. 'SIENA MI FE' by EZRA POUND HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 9. MR. NIXON by EZRA POUND VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1885 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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