My Country is the World—the whole round World; I scorn the boundaries of State, I hate the narrowness of Hate, The Empire-dreams of Would-be-great, The cabined soul, the shallow pate Of one-land folk I hate!—I hate!! My Country is the World—the whole round World; The soil, the mould-damp soil awakes The life in countless seeds, and makes An Eden of the blooms. The brakes That skirt the borders of the lakes Share in the life each bloom partakes. So I, a child of the whole round World, Share with the black in the tropic sun, With my brother-man where the ice-streams run, The gifts of the Master-soul, begun With the breath called Life, that made ALL one, With the Love that drew from oblivion The World—MY Country. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COVERING WINGS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CANTICLE OF THE RACE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |