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.
The Painted Hills Of Arizona
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 brilliant curtains to the plains-
A ramp of rock and granite, jeweled and brightening,
Like some great colored wall of lightning!
"The Painted Hills Of Arizona"
Edward Curran
American poet
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