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I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
...
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit
...
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
I will make divine magnetic lands,
...
I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics- each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
...
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
...
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
...
America, from a grain
of maize you grew
to crown
with spacious lands
...
I have not bummed across America
with only a dollar to spare, one pair
of busted Levi's and a bowie knife.
I have lived with thieves in Manchester.
...
That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new. That America must accept
Like the historical republics corruption and empire
Has been known for years.
...
Once upon a time there was an Italian,
And some people thought he was a rapscallion,
But he wasn't offended,
Because other people thought he was splendid,
...
Under silver wing
San Francisco's towers sprouting
thru thin gas clouds,
Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure
...
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
to empire
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the
mass hardens,
...
'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
...
AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the dead
that return no more,
...
Old Eddie's face, wrinkled with river lights,
Looked like a Mississippi man's. The eyes,
Derisive and avuncular at once,
Swivelling, fixed me. They'd seen
...
You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
...
Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend
5 years ago - other furies other losses -
...
(Dedicated to you, my Brothers and Sisters)
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
...
We were supposed to do a job in Italy
and, full of our feeling for
ourselves (our sense of being
Poets from America) we went
...
BEHAVIOR--fresh, native, copious, each one for himself or herself,
Nature and the Soul expressed--America and freedom expressed--In it
the finest art,
In it pride, cleanliness, sympathy, to have their chance,
...
In America:
I never thought that I needed a gun
For murder or killing or for my protection,
Only for hunting and target shooting just for fun
...
Poet: Matloob Bokhari
Country: Pakistan
America, America, O America! Be great
No more political, economic and military predominance over other states
...
My America is an idea.
Many nations will fall and rise
but as long as ideas live
my America will never die.
...
America is home to the free and the brave
And also home to immigrants and the slave,
America is also home to many sad and hurt faces
And also home to white supremacists and racists.
...
White America swindled the land of Indigenous Native Americans; their freedom became colonized for their human trust.
White America covets humans that brings them wealth without blood sweat and tears of their own misery.
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America, America, America; freedom enforced and enslaved our freedom of birthrights.
America where is the promises that were made over 245 years ago.
...
speech of a term is speech of a speech
speech is speech of a speech
speech is speech of america
america is a figure of speech
...
America is still
Afraid of the long shadows
Of its own weapons.
America is still afraid
...
America is beautiful, great and wonderful
Eadem opera, she is ugly, pitiful and dreadful
In regards to the mistreatments of the Native Americans
The African Americans and other minorities
...
You don't own the FBI and its agents
While you are president
America belongs to its citizens
You don't own the CIA and its agents
...
Walt Whitman is considered one of the most famous poets of America. He is best known for his collection of poems "Leaves of Grass," which was first published in 1855. The book was considered controversial at the time for its frank exploration of sexuality and its celebration of the human body and spirit. Whitman's work has been highly influential in American literature and is considered a cornerstone of American poetry.
"I, Too" by Langston Hughes
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
"The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
"The Epic of Gilgamesh" is considered one of the oldest epic poem in the world, it is not an American epic poem. America does not have a traditional epic poem in the same vein as ancient works like "The Iliad" and "The Odyssey" or more recent epics like "The Divine Comedy" or "Paradise Lost." However, some literary critics have argued that long narrative poems like "Moby-Dick" by Herman Melville, "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman, and "The Song of Hiawatha" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow can be considered American epic poetry.
American poetry can be defined by its unique style and themes that reflect the American experience. It often explores themes such as individualism, democracy, nature, and the search for identity. American poetry also tends to be more colloquial and accessible than traditional British poetry. American poets have also been influenced by different cultural and ethnic backgrounds, which have shaped the variety of voices and styles in American poetry.
Additionally, American poetry has a strong tradition of innovation and experimentation, from Walt Whitman's free verse in "Leaves of Grass" to the modernist movement of the early 20th century, which saw poets like T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound break away from traditional forms and embrace new styles and techniques.
In more recent times, American poetry has been enriched by the voices of poets from diverse backgrounds, including African American, Asian American, Latino, and Native American poets, who have added new perspectives, themes and styles to the American poetic canon.
It's difficult to say who the first American poet was, as poetry has been an important part of many indigenous cultures in North America for thousands of years before the arrival of Europeans. However, when it comes to poetry written in English by settlers, the first known American poet is Anne Bradstreet, a colonial woman who wrote poetry in the 17th century. Her first book of poetry, "The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America," was published in 1650. It is considered the first book of poetry written by a British North American colonist. It is a notable work for its time as it was written by a woman and was one of the first books ever to be published in America.
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