Lost Borders

by Unknown

Excerpt from Lost Borders
Let's have done with stranger faces, let's be quit of staring eyes,
Let's go back across Mohave where the hills of Inyo rise.
There's a word we've lost between us we shall never hear again
In the mindless clang of engines where they bray the hearts of men.
Let's go seek it east of Kearsarge where the seven-mile shadows run,
From the great gray bulk of Williamson heaved up against the sun.
Let's go look for Hassayampa, with your arm across my shoulders,
Through the canons of lost rivers by the bone-white bleaching bowlders,
Through the scented glooming hollows where the gray wolf shadows flee -
Where from Sur to Ubhebe only you and I shall be;
And the Word - cannot name it, but we'll learn its sweetest use
In the moonlit sandy reaches when the desert wind is loose.

Genres: Fiction

241 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1909

About the author

Books can be attributed to "Unknown" when the author or editor (as applicable) is not known and cannot be discovered. If at all possible, list at least one actual author or editor for a book instead of using "Unknown".

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Reviews

[Michael · Rating 3 out of 5]

An unexpected and memorable group of stories in a time and place far removed from here and now.

[Jeff Hobbs]

Read so far:

The land --2
The hoodoo of the Minnietta --
A case of conscience --
The ploughed lands --
The return of Mr. Wills --3
*The last antelope --
Aqua Dulce --
The woman at the Eighteen-mile --
*The fakir --
The pocket-hunter's story --2
The readjustment --3
Bitterness of women --
The house of offence --
The walking woman --3
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The basket maker --2
Jimville, a Bret Harte town --2
The land of little rain --
Papago Kid --3
Papago wedding --3