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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Arizona Poems

By John Gould Fletcher

Rain in the Desert

THE HUGE red-buttressed mesa over yonder

Is merely a far-off temple where the sleepy sun is burning

Its altar fires of pinyon and toyon for the day.

The old priests sleep, white-shrouded;

Their pottery whistles lie beside them, the prayer-sticks closely feathered.

On every mummied face there glows a smile.

The sun is rolling slowly

Beneath the sluggish folds of the sky-serpents,

Coiling, uncoiling, blue black, sparked with fires.

The old dead priests

Feel in the thin dried earth that is heaped about them,

Above the smell of scorching, oozing pinyon,

The acrid smell of rain.

And now the showers

Surround the mesa like a troop of silver dancers:

Shaking their rattles, stamping, chanting, roaring,

Whirling, extinguishing the last red wisp of light.