@3"O for a beaker of the warm South; The true, the blushful hypocrine!"@1 What shall be said of the sun-born Pueblo? This town sudden born in the path of the sun? This town of St. James, of the calm San Diego, As suddenly born as if shot from a gun? Why, speak of her warmly; why, write her name down As softer than sunlight, as warmer than wine! Why, speak of her bravely; this ultimate town With feet in the foam of the vast Argentine: The vast argent seas of the Aztec, of Cortez! The boundless white border of battle-torn lands -- The fall of Napoleon, the rise of red Juarez -- The footfalls of nations are heard on her sands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING by DANIEL BEDINGER LUCAS SHADOWS by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR BROOKLYN BRIDGE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE EUMENIDES: THE FURIES' PRAYER by AESCHYLUS |