the sky opening to heaven
the changing light
at san francisco
is none of your east coast light
none of your
pearly light of paris
the light of san francisco
is a sea light
an island light
and the light of fog
blanketing the hills
drifting in at night
through the golden gate
to lie on the city at dawn
and then the halcyon late mornings
after the fog burns off
and the sun paints white houses
with the sea light of greece
with sharp clean shadows
making the town look like
it had just been painted
but the wind comes up at four o'clock
sweeping the hills
and then the veil of light of early evening
and then another scrim
when the new night fog
floats in
and in that vale of light
the city drifts
anchorless upon the ocean
-lawrence ferlinghetti
-lawrence ferlinghetti
i was on a walk in portero hill in the city yesterday when the wide sky peeled back and opened up and glowed. the sweeping views rolled out before me as i walked up and down slopey streets, and my head and fingertips got all tingly. i sure love this city, because has helped to make me. and its light really is magic.
{if you look reeeeeeeallly close in this one, you can see the golden gate bridge.}
Beautiful. I can barely grasp your feelings about SF and its bright skies, but it's a good enough start for now. You're so wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI think I see it....or is that mountain? Gorgeous poem!
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