“The slim gray lizard, turquoise-vested, crawls— / Blind worshiper of the unconscious sun”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday:

The Painted Hills of Arizona, Edwin Curran

The rainbows all lie crumpled on these hills,
The red dawns scattered on their colored sills;
These hills have caught the lightning in its flight,
Caught colors from the skies of day and night
And shine with shattered stars and suns they hold
Dyed yellow, red and purple, blue and gold.

Red roses seem within their marble blown
A painted garden chiseled in the stone;
The rose and violet trickling through their veins,
Where they drop their bright curtain to the plains—
A ramp of rock and granite, jeweled and brightening,
Like some great colored wall of lightning!


I can’t find much about the author, aside from he was born in Ohio in 1892 and published three collections of poetry between 1917 and 1921.

---L.

Subject quote from Above Salerno, Ada Foster Murray.

Comments

[cmcmck]

Nice and new to me so thanks!

[larryhammer]

Yer welcome!