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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 JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON THE FLITCH OF BACON: MY OLD COMPLAINT (ITS CAUSE AND CURE) by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH |
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