The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.
Stephen Benet (1898 - 1943)
Contributed by: Zaady
Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes, For Hell's broke loose in Georgia.
Source: The Mountain Whippoorwill, 1923
We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.
Source: Litany for Dictatorships, 1936
American Muse, whose strong and diverse heart So many men have tried to understand But only made it smaller with their art, Because you are as various as your land.
Source: John Brown's Body, 1928, Invocation
I have fallen in love with American names The sharp names that never get fat, The snakeskin titles of mining claims, The plumed war bonnet of Medicine Hat, Tucson and Deadwood and Lost Mule Flat.
Source: American Names, 1927
Stonewall Jackson, wrapped in his beard and his silence.
Source: John Brown's Body, 1928
Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.
Source: Daniel Boone, 1942
I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me.
Source: A Ballad of William Sycamore, (1790–1880), 1923
Our fathers and ourselves sowed dragon's teeth. Our children know and suffer the armed men.
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