Willa Cather, April Twilights: and Other Poems
"A crimson fire that vanquishes the stars;A pungent odor from the dusty sage;A sudden stirring of the huddled herds;A breaking of the distant table-lands Through purple mists ascending, and the flare Of water ditches silver in the light;A swift, bright lance hurled low across the world;A sudden sickness for the hills of home."
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"A crimson fire that vanquishes the stars;A pungent odor from the dusty sage;A sudden stirring of the huddled herds;A breaking of the distant table-lands Through purple mists ascending, and the flare Of water ditches silver in the light;A swift, bright lance hurled low across the world;A sudden sickness for the hills of home."
"نارٌ حمراءُ قانئةٌ تقهرُ النجومَ؛
رائحةٌ نفاذةٌ من الشيحِ المتربّ؛
حركةٌ مفاجئةٌ للقطعانِ المحتشدةِ؛
انبلاجٌ للهضابِ النائيةِ
عبرَ سُدُفٍ أرجوانيةٍ تتصاعدُ، وتوهّجُ
جداولِ الماءِ تتلألأُ فضّةً في النور؛
رمحٌ ساطعٌ خاطفٌ يُقذفُ خافضًا فوقَ البسيطة؛
حنينٌ مفاجئٌ لتلالِ الوطن."
Willa Cather, April Twilights: and Other Poems
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