Desert-Orbs Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Desert-Orbs



The world, they tell us, dwindles,
When matched with other spheres;
And yet in all their amplitudes
No place for human tears.


How sterile is the sunshine,
How masculine the blue,
That breeds no shadow, nor betrays
A memory of dew!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,sunshine
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