The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breathing, I demand of it the spiritual corresponding, Demand the most copious and close companionship of men, Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings, Those of the open atmosphere, coarse, sunlit, fresh, nutritious, Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with freedom and command, leading not following, Those with a never-quell'd audacity, those with sweet and lusty flesh clear of taint, Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents and governors, as to say Who are you? Those of earth-born passion, simple, never constrain'd, never obedient, Those of inland America. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 24 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 33 by JAMES JOYCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A LADY WHO HAD OFFERED HIM A WREATH OF LAUREL by GEORGE SANTAYANA |