Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SANTA FE AT DUSK, by GEORGIA MOORE EBERLING First Line: The narrow streets are veiled in violet shadows Last Line: And bathes the narrow streets in violet light. Subject(s): Sante Fe, New Mexico | ||||||||
The narrow streets are veiled in violet shadows. From flat, adobe roofs, old weathered beams project above blue window-frames like jutting eyebrows over sleepless eyes. On Buena Vista Road the lamps shine out and throw small, yellow rays across the night, while Guadalupe Street grows dim and still. The night has flung a gaily-striped serape, woven of lights that gleam from rancho lamps, above the bosom of the pregnant fields, while the Plaza wraps the shades of dusk around her as some old madre winds her shawl securely, and broods as night-winds wake. I catch the faint, sweet scent white clover brings, the pale round heads upthrust between the crooked flagstones at my feet, while all the trees nod sleepily and speak in soft, low tones of things I never saw. The little ditches, running full tonight to water green alfalfa fields and corn, repeat in guarded gurgles and low trills all that the trees have whispered in the gloom. Fiesta Days will come and go -- but now all Santa Fe is still as twilight falls and bathes the narrow streets in violet light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESERT SONG by JOHN GALSWORTHY BURROS by JOHN CURTIS UNDERWOOD EX-SANTA FEAN by MERLIN WENDLAND ROAD BLOCK: SANTE FE, NEW MEXICO by CONNIE DEANOVICH SANTA FE, NEW MEXICO by APRIL HALPRIN WAYLAND END OF DROUTH by GEORGIA MOORE EBERLING THE DUSTER by GEORGIA MOORE EBERLING THE VOLUNTEER by HERBERT HENRY ASQUITH THE SCHOOL BOY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE AUTHOR TO HER BOOK by ANNE BRADSTREET TO LUCASTA ON GOING TO THE WARS FOR THE FOURTH TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |
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