Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Night in Arizona

THE moon is a charring ember
Dying into the dark;
Off in the crouching mountains
Coyotes bark.

The stars are heavy in heaven,
Too great for the sky to hold --
What if they fell and shattered
The earth with gold?

No lights are over the mesa,
The wind is hard and wild,
I stand at the darkened window
And cry like a child.

1. Riches
2. Enough
3. Dusk in War Time
4. Moods
5. Child, Child

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