White buildings cap the brown hills, Reflecting the glitter of the noonday sun Which gleams above the blue waters of the bay. Banked against the bleak white walls, The fire of giant red geraniums warms the chill air And cheers the alien guest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THISTLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT by ALEXANDER POPE IMPRESSIONS: LES SILHOUETTES by OSCAR WILDE TO HIS LYRE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MERCURY; ON LOSING MY POCKET MILTON AT LUSS NEAR BEN LOMOND by ROBERT ANDREWS |