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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DESERT TREE SPEAKS, by LUCILLE EVANS First Line: With twisted arms stretched to relentless sun Last Line: I wake! ...To writhe in ancient, thirsting pain! Alternate Author Name(s): Stillwell, Evan | |||
With twisted arms stretched to relentless sun On this bleak terrain, panting in the dry Expanse of scorching sand, I lift my cry To spiteful desert gods who, mocking, shun My plea with brazen laughter. I am one Martyred by drouth while torrid fates deny My hungry veins their sap, and I shall die Stark and distorted when my span is done. Sometimes I dream that I have known a day When my starved roots drank of a sparkling, deep, Cool river; when my head was laved by rain That on my happy leaves in blessing lay... Then dawn's red furnace opens, blasts my sleep -- I wake! ...to writhe in ancient, thirsting pain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER A VISIT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HOLLY TREE by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP by EMMA HART WILLARD HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS DAY IN THE MORNING by HENRY ALFORD DULL DEVOTION by JOSEPH BEAUMONT MERCY PLEADS by LUCRETIA STOUT BELLOWS WHITMAN'S RIDE FOR OREGON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH THE PRAYER OF NATURE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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