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

The Grass on the Mountain

Mary Austin

From “High Places”

OH, a long time

The snow has possessed the mountains.

The deer have come down, and the big horn,

They have followed the sun to the south

To feed on the mesquite pods and the bunch grass.

Loud are the thunder drums

In the tents of the mountains.

Oh, a long time now

Have we eaten chia seeds

And dried deer’s flesh of the summer killing.

We are wearied of our huts,

And the smoky smell of our garments.

We are sick with desire of the sun

And the grass on the mountain.