Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ALIEN IN AMERICA, by FRANCIS GARDNER CLOUGH First Line: I have no ear to hear your alien word Last Line: And faith! -- the heart's last-labored codicil. Alternate Author Name(s): Clough, F. Gardner Subject(s): Aliens; Immigrants; United States; Extraterrestrials; Emigrant; Emigration; Immigration; America | ||||||||
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...JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS WATCH THE LIGHTS FADE by ROBINSON JEFFERS AFTER TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE MEETING YOU AT THE PIERS by KENNETH KOCH INVOCATION TO THE SOCIAL MUSE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH FEAR by FRANCIS GARDNER CLOUGH NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE |
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