Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE GREAT PLATEAU, by EDITH FRANKLIN WYATT First Line: In the santa clara valley, far away and far away Last Line: Far and far awayfar away. Subject(s): Inland Waters; Nature; Valleys | ||||||||
IN THE Santa Clara Valley, far away and far away, Cool-breathed waters dip and dally, linger towards another day, Far and far awayfar away. Slow their floating step but tireless, terraced down the Great Plateau. Towards our ways of steam and wireless, silver-paced the brook-beds go. Past the ladder-walled Pueblos, past the orchards, pear and quince, Where the gate-locked rivers' ebb flows, miles and miles the valley glints, Shining backwards, singing downwards, towards horizons blue and bay: All the roofs the roads ensconce so dream of visions far away Santa Cruz and Ildefonso, Santa Clara, Santa Fé. Ancient, sacred fears and faith, ancient, sacred faiths and fears Some were real, some were wraithsIndian, Franciscan years, Built the Khivas, swung the bells, while the wind sang plain and free "Turn your eyes from visioned hells! Look as far as you can see!" In the Santa Clara Valley far away and far away, Dying dreams divide and dally, crystal-terraced waters sally Linger towards another day, far and far awayfar away. As you follow where you find them, up along the high Plateau, In the hollows left behind them, Spanish chapels fade below Shaded court and low corrals. In the vale the goatherd browses. Hollyhocks are seneschals by the little buff-walled houses. Over grassy swale and alley have you ever seen it so Up the Santa Clara Valley, riding on the Great Plateau? Past the ladder-walled Pueblos, past the orchards, pear and quince, Where the trenchéd waters' ebb flows, miles and miles the valley glints, Shining backwards, singing downwards towards horizons blue and bay. All the haunts the bluffs ensconce so breathe of visions far away, As you ride near Ildefonso, back again to Santa Fé. Pecos, mellow with the yearstall-walled Taoswho can know Half the storied faiths and fears haunting green New Mexico? Only, from her open places, down arroyos blue and bay, One wild grace of many graces dallies towards another day, Where her yellow tufa crumbles, something stars and grasses know, Something true that crowns and humbles shimmers from the Great Plateau: Blows where cool-paced waters dally from the stillness of Puyé, Down the Santa Clara Valley through the world from far away Far and far awayfar away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 1 by BERNARD BARTON THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 2 by BERNARD BARTON THE VALLEY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE LIFE IN THE VALLEY by MARK STRAND SUNSET ON THE TENNESSEE by JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE |
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