Eisenhower's Visit to Franco, 1959
... we die of cold, and not of darkness.
The American hero must triumph over
The forces of darkness.
He has flown through the very light of heaven
And come down in the slow dusk
Franco stands in a shining circle of police.
His arms open in welcome.
He promises all dark things
Will be hunted down.
State police yawn in the prisons.
Antonio Machado follows the moon
Down a road of white dust,
To a cave of silent children
Under the Pyrenees.
Wine darkens in stone jars in villages.
Wine sleeps in the mouths of old men, it is a dark red color.
Smiles glitter in Madrid.
Eisenhower has touched hands with Franco, embracing
In a glare of photographers.
Clean new bombers from America muffle their engines
And glide down now.
Their wings shine in the searchlights
Of bare fields,
James Wright from Above the River