Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOURISTS AT ENSENADA, by THOMAS MCGRATH Poet's Biography First Line: The sunlight, like rouault, draws a line Last Line: With cries as real and shadowy as foreign fear Subject(s): Art & Artists; Clowns; Colors; Mexico; Prostitution; Resorts; Tourists; Harlots; Whores; Brothels | ||||||||
The sunlight, like Rouault, draws a line At everything, but shadow seems as real As its object -- stricter, even, to its form Than the wasted color of the worn stone. The sea fringes a desert. Travellers come Where the wave repeats itself in endless promise. On the uplands are the shabby goats, lean pigs, And the poor in their doorways, watching the roads Where the tourists flash past. The peasant is eclipsed By the solar procession of the rich and bored Who find the poor fearsome, but the blackening jail And American motels enclosed in white walls Romantic. Disturbing, though, that black-and-white Life. The cripple who rasps along the street Like nails on a slate lines all the tourist ear With cries as real and shadowy as foreign fear. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVING YOU IN FLEMISH by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A MAN AND WOMAN ABSOLUTELY WHITE by ANDRE BRETON AFTER THREE PHOTOGRAPHS OF BRASSAI by NORMAN DUBIE THE VIOLENT SPACE by ETHERIDGE KNIGHT AN OLD WHOREHOUSE by MARY OLIVER CHICAGO CABARET by KENNETH REXROTH FOR A MASSEUSE AND PROSTITUTE by KENNETH REXROTH HARRISON STREET COURT by CARL SANDBURG ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH |
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