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Let America Be America Again - Poem by Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!
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Let America Be America Again
Langston Hughes -
2.
On Being Brought From Africa To America
Phillis Wheatley -
3.
America
Claude McKay -
4.
America The Beautiful
Katharine Lee Bates -
5.
I Hear America Singing
Walt Whitman -
6.
A Farewell To America To Mrs. S. W.
Phillis Wheatley -
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America, A Prophecy
William Blake -
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America For Me
Henry Van Dyke -
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A Prophecy: To George Keats In America
John Keats -
10.
America
Henry Van Dyke -
11.
America
Herman Melville -
12.
One Song, America, Before I Go
Walt Whitman -
13.
America, America!
Delmore Schwartz -
14.
Long, Too Long America
Walt Whitman -
15.
The Greatest Thing In North America
Delmore Schwartz -
16.
' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ..
Dónall Dempsey -
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A Message To America
Alan Seeger -
18.
America
Olivia Taylor -
19.
America
William Cullen Bryant -
20.
America
Robert Creeley -
21.
America To England
Katharine Lee Bates -
22.
America
Gertrude Stein -
23.
*america - *
Louie Levy -
24.
God Bless Us (America America America ..
Udiah (witness to Yah) -
25.
America
Edgar Lee Masters -
26.
Circular From America
George Barker -
27.
To Walt Whitman In America
Algernon Charles Swinburne -
28.
A Poem, On The Rising Glory Of America
Hugh Henry Brackenridge -
29.
England To America
Katharine Lee Bates -
30.
America Politica Historia, In Spontaneity
Gregory Corso -
31.
America In 1804
Edgar Lee Masters -
32.
Concept Of America (America America Am..
Udiah (witness to Yah) -
33.
America In 1904
Edgar Lee Masters -
34.
America, The Good Neighbour
Herbert Nehrlich -
35.
Part 1 Of Trout Fishing In America
Richard Brautigan -
36.
Song Of America
Ella Wheeler Wilcox -
37.
I Too, Sing America (Inspired By Langsto..
Vaida Marea -
38.
America
Sydney Thompson Dobell -
39.
Part 3 Of Trout Fishing In America
Richard Brautigan -
40.
America Politico
JOE POEWHIT -
41.
America To Russia
Oliver Wendell Holmes -
42.
America Is An Idea
Lonnie Hicks -
43.
Part 2 Of Trout Fishing In America
Richard Brautigan -
44.
Part 10 Of Trout Fishing In America
Richard Brautigan -
45.
A Soldier To America.
JOSE MURGUIA -
46.
Part 6 Of Trout Fishing In America
Richard Brautigan -
47.
Part 7 Of Trout Fishing In America
Richard Brautigan -
48.
God Blessed America
winter lees -
49.
Part 4 Of Trout Fishing In America
Richard Brautigan -
50.
Part 5 Of Trout Fishing In America
Richard Brautigan
New America Poems
- Not A Single Person Owns America, Hebert Logerie
- America Is, David Welch
- Glad That I Live In America, Randy McClave
- Woe Unto America! (Part 2), Dominic Windram
- Woe Unto America! (Part 1), Dominic Windram
- Coming This Way, Alexander Julian
- Children Should Not Be Mistreated Anywhere, Hebert Logerie
- América, ROCÍO CERÓN
- Scared Of The Dark, Lore Me34
- Is Your Dna Ancient American Or American?, Cherokee Akan Ewe
All Poems
America Poems
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America The Beautiful
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law! O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine, Till all success be nobleness, And every gain divine! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
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I Hear America Singing
I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics--each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work; The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat--the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck; The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench--the hatter singing as he stands; The wood-cutter's song--the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown; The delicious singing of the mother--or of the young wife at work--or of the girl sewing or washing--Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else; The day what belongs to the day--At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.
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America
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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On Being Brought From Africa To America
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too: Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. Some view our sable race with scornful eye, "Their colour is a diabolic die." Remember, Christians, Negro's, black as Cain, May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.
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A long poem written from the point of view of ordinary and oppressed Americans (negroes, Indians) .
For them, 'America never was america to me'. I particularly like the refrain, ' O, let America be America again'.
A great political poem. Reply
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This was a great poem for those who can relate and understand its meaning. This was before Trumps time, but if he know all about America and the pains and struggles of Black American his slogan would be lets Make America Great. period the end. Reply
A long poem that said as much as a book.
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i love the poem because it is long
'Let America be America again'-I agree. End discrimination, unemployment, chronic poverty.
Restore the American dream for everybody. Reply
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