Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SAN FRANCISCO BAY, by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL First Line: Grandest bay! Upon whose bosom navies of all the world Last Line: Blesséd gate, where millions find the golden boon of liberty! Subject(s): Adventure And Adventurers; San Francisco Bay, California; Travel; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
Grandest bay! upon whose bosom navies of the world might rest, Gently holdest thou a mirror to the white gull's snowy breast, And thy deep arterial currents, drawn from ocean's throbbing heart, Bear as light the iron monster or the white skiff to thy mart; Rainbows quiver 'neath thy surface; heaven repeats itself below; As a spirit to a substance, softer there its colors glow. Leagues to northward, leagues to southward, wanders thy adventurous strand, And thy sinuous arms extending gather wealth from all the land; Wide thy Golden Gate stands open to all nations of the world; Free between its stately portals all flags are in peace unfurled. Beauteous Gate, when loitering sunset covers thee with burnished gold! Mighty Gate, when surging ocean thy strong cliffs alone withhold! Treach'rous Gate, deceiving many with a name most fair to see! Blesséd Gate, where millions find the golden boon of liberty! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING 87 CASA GRANDE by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL |
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