America Poems (447 Poems)
Bird With Two Right Wings (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
And now our government a bird with two right wings flies on from zone to zone while we go on having our little fun & games at each election as if it really mattered who the pilot is of Air … Continue reading
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won’t believe she said it, but she said it): “None of my family ever worked, or had A thing to sell.” I don’t suppose the work Much matters. You may … Continue reading
Yes (Denise Duhamel Poem)
According to Culture Shock: A Guide to Customs and Etiquette of Filipinos, when my husband says yes, he could also mean one of the following: a.) I don’t know. b.) If you say so. c.) If it will please you. … Continue reading
Sex With A Famous Poet (Denise Duhamel Poem)
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I shuddered because I was married to someone else, because I wasn’t supposed to have been drinking, because I was in … Continue reading
Mayakovsky In New York: A Found Poem (Annie Dillard Poem)
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ears. For many hours the train flies along the banks of the Hudson about two feet from the water. At … Continue reading
Landscape At The End Of The Century (Stephen Dunn Poem)
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what’s left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted down where dirt and stones comprise a kind of night, unmetaphysical, cool as a skeptic’s final sentence. What this scene … Continue reading
The Ancestral Dwelling (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal splendour; These are the homes that were built by the brave beginners of a nation, They are simple enough to … Continue reading
Liberty Enlightening the World (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhatten Bay, The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean away: Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand To spread the light of liberty … Continue reading
Francis Makemie (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
(Presbyter of Christ in Americas 1683-1708) To thee, plain hero of a rugged race, We bring the meed of praise too long delayed! Thy fearless word and faithful work have made For God’s Republic firmer path and place In this … Continue reading
America for Me (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
‘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. … Continue reading