Hisaye Yamamoto--American

Et Ego in America Vixi

My skin is sun-gold

My cheekbones are proud

My eyes slant darkly

And my hair is touched

With the dusky bloom of purple plums.

The soul of me is enrapt

To see the wisteria in blue-violet cluster,

The heart of me breathless

At the fragile beauty of an ageless vase.

But my heart flows over

My throat chokes in reverent wonder

At the unfurled glory of a flag

Red as the sun

White as the almond blossom

Blue as the clear summer sky.