Artwork Description:
n the sea at the end of the west
Curves of orange vermillion
Mathematical perfection with the sunset
It leaps, it vaults over:
Like an arrow straight it flies
Out of the fog - sky bridge
Like a flowing golden gown,
Towers and cables woven
With wings full spread
Like two vermillion angels
Protecting the narrows, soaring
Unsupported, floating over the strait
Where America ends.
The air is chill, and the day grows late,
And the clouds come in through the Golden Gate:
Phantom fleets they seem to me,
From a shoreless and unsounded sea
Their shadowy spars and misty sails,
Unshattered, have weathered a thousand gales:
Slow wheeling, lo in squadrons gray,
They part, and hasten along the bay
Each to its anchorage finding way.
Where the hills of Saucelito swell,
Many in gloom may shelter well
And others —behold— unchallenged pass
By the silent guns of Alcatras:
No greetings of thunder and flame exchange
The armed isle and the cruisers strange.
Their meteor flags, so widely blown,
Were blazoned in a land unknown
So, charmed from war or wind or tide,
Along the quiet wave they glide.
What bear these ships —what news, what freight,
Do they bring us through the Golden Gate
Artwork Keywords:
California, Coast, San Francisco, Golden Gate, Bridge, Evening, Traffice, Original Watercolor