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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...EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE VICTOR AT ANTIETAM [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE JOHN PELHAM by JAMES RYDER RANDALL THE BEACHCOMBER by MILDRED DOSCH BANTA A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 12 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE MELTING POT by BERTON BRALEY EVENING SOLACE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A CHAIN TO WEAR by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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