I have no ear to hear your alien word: When now I wander over my own land, Breathe prairie wind, touch soil or sea-shore sand, And hear birds sing, -- your talk seems twice absurd; There is no problem, as you have inferred; Your social logic merely alienates My lonely love for the United States, Until I am with verbal protest stirred: What matters if my brothers have held back My dole of silver? Better now I know The world for lovely things will never lack, -- Nature is not spent, -- beauty lives here still; My word is not of progress, -- but of lo! And faith! -- the heart's last-labored codicil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASKING FOR ROSES by ROBERT FROST IN HOSPITAL: 23. MUSIC by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY IDLENESS by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT by HELEN SELINA SHERIDAN NOCTURNE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER EURIPIDES by ALEXANDER AETOLUS |