Sunday, July 3, 2016

Poetry Sunday: America

As we get ready to celebrate the birthday of our nation tomorrow, July 4, I think many of us can relate to the words of this poem from almost a century ago.

America

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Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, 
And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, 
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess 
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth. 
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, 
Giving me strength erect against her hate, 
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood. 
Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state, 
I stand within her walls with not a shred 
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer. 
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead, 
And see her might and granite wonders there, 
Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand, 
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

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"I stand within her walls with not a shred 
of terror, malice, not a word of jeer."

I like that. In this season when terror, malice, and jeering often seem to be the currency of certain politicians, it is important to remember who we really are as a people, and that, in spite of all our imperfections, ours is a truly fortunate country and we are lucky to live "Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand."




8 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing this, Dorothy. I have hope that all that is good about this country will rise to the top in the coming year. Have a Happy Fourth!

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  2. What a beautiful poem, and how true its words! Happy Fourth of July, Dorothy!

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    1. I'm glad you liked it. I thought it was especially meaningful this year.

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  3. Thank you for this enjoyable post

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  4. I agree. In fact, I go through those thoughts every year on the Fourth of July. Somehow we manage to muddle through and preserve at least some of our ideals. Thank you for the poem.

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    1. Let's hope we can continue to muddle through. Perhaps it is the best we can hope for.

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