My cool, grey city of love.


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«The winds of the Future wait
    At the iron walls of her Gate,
  And the western ocean breaks in thunder,
  And the western stars go slowly under,
    And her gaze is ever West
    In the dream of her young unrest.
    Her sea is a voice that calls,
  And her star a voice above,
    And her wind a voice on her walls--
  My cool, grey city of love.»


Informasjon
Opphav: George Sterling

Kjelde:«The Cool, Grey City of Love» (dikt)
The San Francisco Bulletin (blad)
År: 1920

Stikkord
byar
San Francisco

The winds of the Future wait
    At the iron walls of her Gate,
  And the western ocean breaks in thunder,
  And the western stars go slowly under,
    And her gaze is ever West
    In the dream of her young unrest.
    Her sea is a voice that calls,
  And her star a voice above,
    And her wind a voice on her walls--
  My cool, grey city of love.

The winds of the Future wait
    At the iron walls of her Gate,
  And the western ocean breaks in thunder,
  And the western stars go slowly under,
    And her gaze is ever West
    In the dream of her young unrest.
    Her sea is a voice that calls,
  And her star a voice above,
    And her wind a voice on her walls--
  My cool, grey city of love.

  George Sterling