This beautiful poem written by George Sterling at the turn of the last century about the city we both love going from dusk to dawn, and the beauty of the city during its voyage from night to day. The video of course is of another sunrise, this one opening one of September’s last days in the Bay.
The City By the Sea — San Francisco
At the end of our streets is sunrise;
At the end of our streets are spars;
At the end of our streets is sunset;
At the end of our streets the stars.Ever the winds of morning
Are cool from the flashing sea–
Flowing swift from our ocean,
Till the fog-dunes crumble and flee.Slender spars in the offing,
Mast and yard in the slips–
How they tell on the azure
Of the sea-contending ships!Homeward into the sunset
Sill unwearied we go,
Till the northern hills are misty
With the amber of afterglow.Stars that sink to our ocean,
Winds that visit our strand,
The heavens are your pathway,
Where is a gladder land!At the end of our streets is sunrise;
At the end of our streets are spars;
At the end of our streets is sunset;
At the end of our streets the stars.
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