And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the cleft dust was never English dust.
Stephen Benet (1898 - 1943)
Source: John Brown's Body, 1928
Contributed by: Zaady
Sherman's buzzin' along to de sea, Like Moses ridin' on a bumblebee.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Source: American Names, 1927
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.
Stonewall Jackson, wrapped in his beard and his silence.
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.
Source: Litany for Dictatorships, 1936
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