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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SAN FRANCISCO, by IRENE SUTTON
First Line: City of gulls and peopled hills, and piers
Last Line: Holding strange sunlight where no woman stands.
Subject(s): San Francisco
First Line: City of gulls and peopled hills, and piers
Last Line: Holding strange sunlight where no woman stands.
Subject(s): San Francisco
City of gulls and peopled hills, and piers
Like languid fingers in the placid bay
Where Tamalpais dreams the years away
And fogs come back to drop their ghostly tears
Like exiles risen from far lonely biers
To drift above the heart's home: Never may
I hope -- nor any man -- you will display
Your various heartbeat to the straining ears.
I cannot even find you when I try:
A figure in a dream, unearthly fair
And luminous, until the ardent hands
Grope toward you, when you fade into the sky
Like drifting mist, only your floating hair
Holding strange sunlight where no woman stands.
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