Explore "From Russian Hill" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
A strange day-bright and still; / Strange for the stillness here, / For the strong trade-winds blow / With such a steady sweep it seems like rest, / Forever steadily across the crest / Of Russian Hill.
Still now and clear,- / So clear you count the houses spreading wide / In the fair cities on the farther side / Of our broad bay; / And brown Goat Island lieth large between, / Its brownness brightening into sudden green / From rains of yesterday.