I drove to San Francisco last week, met a friend, and drove down the coast to Half Moon Bay. The hills, still tawny-gold as the rain has not yet been enough to turn them green, rolled along on either side of me as I headed north. It reminded me of one of Ella's poems and I believe it was these same hills - the Gabilans, the Santa Lucias - that inspired her imagery. The Central Coast of California was home to Ella - and she knew it well. More than just what our eyes see - Ella recognized the spirit of this land and this is what she captures in her poem.
The Lioness
How could I know, America, Hearing you praised for bigness, For opulence alone, As a calf is praised for the market, How could I know you a land Lean-ribbed and austere, Splendid as a lioness Golden-eyed and languorously alert?
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