Florida Dusk

The purple feet of dusk steal through the skies,
Coolling the heated path of day’s vast disk,
While through the shadows, myriad fireflies
Slide down the dark. High in a tamarisk
A mocking bird, his Nunc Dimitis sings;
An allamander’s scent perfumes the breeze;
I hear the flutter of homecoming wings
And silence sits among the orange trees.

— Franklin N. Wood (1931)
Florida in Poetry

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Florida in Poetry
A History of the Imagination

Long before John Smith set foot in Virginia, Spanish and French poets were writing about the landscape and inhabitants of Florida. This is the first comprehensive anthology of Florida poetry, from some of the earliest European encounters with the peninsula to the experiences of contemporary poets. It is a history of the imagination of Florida’s past, present, and future. This is a cross-section of voices enchanted by, complaining about, wondering at, bemused by, and disgusted with Florida’s environment and character—includes poems by Bartolome de Flores, Walt Whitman, Langston Hughes, Elizabeth Bishop, James Merrill, Edmund Skellings, May Swenson,… Learn More