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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EMPIRE STATE, by LUCY BURGMAN First Line: They tell me of lands that are fairer than Last Line: And free men are tilling thy soil. Subject(s): New York City; North, The; Winter; Manhattan; New York, New York; The Big Apple | |||
They tell me of lands that are fairer than this Where palm and bread-fruit grow, Of sunny days and moonlight hours, Where wintry winds never blow. But give me a home in a northern clime With its season of ice and snow, Where a harvest follows each seeding time, And scorching winds never blow. With its verdant vales and tree-clad hills, Its peaceful lakes and turbulent streams, Dotted with factories, farms and mills, Where our fathers fought, labored and dreamed. Thy bleak winds of winter are welcome to me. Native land of labor and toil, If the banner of freedom still floats over thee, And free men are tilling thy soil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READY FOR THE CANNERY by BERTON BRALEY TRANTER IN AMERICA by AUGUST KLEINZAHLER MEETING YOU AT THE PIERS by KENNETH KOCH FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV ON 52ND STREET by PHILIP LEVINE |
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