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The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
Robert Frost
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Andrew Hoellering (1/2/2010 4:38:00 AM)
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In the beginning America was taken forgranted by its settlers.
Americans at first considered themselves English colonials, and it was only when they became independent that they were able to take possession of their country and make it truly their own. This meant to explore, to cultivate, to farm, to make their land sing in history, poetry, story and in song. Frost as always does not shirk the unpleasantness involved, but the violent dispossession of Indian tribes and others is implied rather than stated outright.
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