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Or, glancing off buoyantly,
Radiate notes in one key
With the sparkle of rain-drops
On the petal of a cactus flower
Focusing the just-out sun.
Radiate notes in one key
With the sparkle of rain-drops
On the petal of a cactus flower
Focusing the just-out sun.
Cactus . . . why cactus?
God . . . God!
Somewhere . . . away off . . .
Cactus flowers, star-yellow,
Ray out of spiked green;
And empties of sky
Roll you over and over
Like a mother her baby in long grass.
And only the wind scandal-mongers with gum trees,
Pricking multiple leaves at his wondrous story.
God . . . God!
Somewhere . . . away off . . .
Cactus flowers, star-yellow,
Ray out of spiked green;
And empties of sky
Roll you over and over
Like a mother her baby in long grass.
And only the wind scandal-mongers with gum trees,
Pricking multiple leaves at his wondrous story.
Poetry, A Magazine of VerseLola Ridge
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I wonder
How it would be here with you,
Where the wind
That has shaken off its dust in low valleys
Touches one cleanly
As with a new-washed hand,
And pain
Is as the remote hunger of droning things,
And anger
But a little silence
Sinking into the great silence.
How it would be here with you,
Where the wind
That has shaken off its dust in low valleys
Touches one cleanly
As with a new-washed hand,
And pain
Is as the remote hunger of droning things,
And anger
But a little silence
Sinking into the great silence.
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