@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...FISHERMAN IN SONGKHLA by KAREN SWENSON THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS VARIATIONS FOR A SUMMER EVENING by MICHAEL ANANIA REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE THE GLORIOUS GIFT OF GOD by BENJAMIN BEDDOME THE POOR MAN'S PIG by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |