(15 September 1889 – 22 May 1948 / Clarendon)

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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it has a rich taste of of America if that makes any sense
I think this poem really has a very good nhow of America
garbage i hate this its boring as hell
I love this poem. As Italian with a denied visa and a consequently denied dream, I feel this poem a lot. Thanks for sharing such an amazing set of emotions.
Such an interesting poem presented nicely. Thanks for sharing and congratulations for the poem of the day.
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