Poetry

SAN DIEGO.

Joaquin Miller

  • "O for a beaker of the warm South;
  • The true, the blushful Hippocrene!"
  • 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.