Song of America I. I see you, Walt Whitman, an American Rough, a cosmos! I see you face to face! I see you and the nameless faceless Faces in America’s ageless crowds of men and women who you saw in your mind’s eye. I see you crossing the river on your ferry. I see you walking […]
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Building Walls Someone there is who loves a wall, Piling stones on top of stones, To keep invading wetbacks out, To keep glass pearls secure. He lets our Southern neighbors know, In blaring braggadocio, That they must pay to build his wall, To keep it working as they go. “But the world has far too […]
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The Bald Eagle One must have a mind of America To regard the sharp beak and black Eye of the solitary bird of prey; And have listened a long time to Behold the silence of the Liberty Bell, The dusty flag rough in the distant Glitter of America’s spacious skies; And not to think of any misery In […]
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