Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CALIFORNIA COAST, by DORIS CALDWELL First Line: Not in small painted towns whose color rips Last Line: And lost wings circling near a ghost-white star. Subject(s): California; Seashore; Beach; Coast; Shore | ||||||||
Not in small painted towns whose color rips The solitude of shores kelp-strung and gray, Not in La Jolla, Carmel, Monterey, Your beauty lies -- minxes with rouge-smeared lips; Not along wharf lines where a city dips Its dainty fingers in the pile-split spray -- San Pedro, Newport, San Francisco Bay -- Scumming the water with the bilge of ships: Yours is a torn and wistful beauty, born On lonely beaches when the tide is low -- Fog tangles in the marsh-grass... a forlorn Blue heron wading in the afterglow... Dull silver lapping on a wet sand-bar... And lost wings circling near a ghost-white star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEASHORE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS EASTERN LONG ISLAND by MARVIN BELL THE WIND IS BLOWING WEST by JOSEPH CERAVOLO IF SOMETHING SHOULD HAPPEN by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER EMPTIES INTO THE GULF by LUCILLE CLIFTON GEOGRAPHY AS WARNING by MADELINE DEFREES POWER FAILURE by MADELINE DEFREES CALIFORNIA HILLS by DORIS CALDWELL |
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