The Desert Remembers Her Reasons
How many rivers swerved aside
Rather than take a stony bride!
Rather than take a stony bride
Rivers and rivers swerved aside
And I grew desolate, and died.
Rather than take a stony bride!
Rather than take a stony bride
Rivers and rivers swerved aside
And I grew desolate, and died.
At my hot breath they checked their rush
And reared a wave, a head, and hush. . . .
Then fell and fled and would not come
To kiss the color of my loam.
And reared a wave, a head, and hush. . . .
Then fell and fled and would not come
To kiss the color of my loam.
The young bright rivers backed and fought—
And I lay thirsty and unsought.
And I lay thirsty and unsought.
They married valleys. If I caught
Water in my hand, it seeped. . . .
Rivers around—rain over me—leaped;
I was unwatered and unreaped.
Rather than take me for their bride
Rivers and rivers swerved aside
And I grew desolate, and died.
Water in my hand, it seeped. . . .
Rivers around—rain over me—leaped;
I was unwatered and unreaped.
Rather than take me for their bride
Rivers and rivers swerved aside
And I grew desolate, and died.
—(They shook their silver manes and curved
Aside. Aside they swept and swerved
Past my dull grandeur. River droves
Dared do no more than pound their hooves
And skirt my sombre purple. . . . White
Galloping cataracts took to flight.)
Aside. Aside they swept and swerved
Past my dull grandeur. River droves
Dared do no more than pound their hooves
And skirt my sombre purple. . . . White
Galloping cataracts took to flight.)
