Golden Gate Evening Painting

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?

Painting:Watercolor on Paper

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:18 W x 24 H x 0.1 D in

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