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Evening Illusion
THE STONE VALLEY
EVENING ILLUSION
When the sun sinks
Beyond Alcalde,
The watery light
Wavers up to the porcelain walls
In waves, layer on layer,
Slow and foamless.
It is not the sea.
The tamarisks which sway
Are not sea-tamarisks
Rooted in wet sand.
Here are the stone mountains.
But the Spanish women
Walk with dahlias
In their arms, whispering:
"Cruz has bedded
The goats, Diegito
Will go tomorrow
To the mountain to cut wood.
And is there water in the
Sea, do ships come in
Full of men, my
Mother, grandmother, her mother,
Ah...
The mist is dry as the sand.
They promenade
Two by two
On the faint beach.