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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 GHOSTS OF A LUNATIC ASYLUM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MOUNTAIN WATER by SARA TEASDALE SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE GOLD-SEEKERS by HAMLIN GARLAND HARVARD DECLARES WAR by BRENT DOW ALLINSON |
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