Explore "Night in Arizona" by Sara Teasdale on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.