Politics

America by James Monroe Whitfield
America, it is to thee
Children of Our Era by Wislawa Szymborska
We are children of our era
How We Did It by Muriel Rukeyser
In a Country by Larry Levis
My love and I are inventing a country, which we can
December 2, 2002 by Juliana Spahr
As it happens every night
Delicate Cluster by Walt Whitman
Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life
Bomb Crater Sky by Lam Thi My Da
They say that you, a road builder
American History by Michael S. Harper
Those four black girls blown up
I, Too, Sing America by Langston Hughes
I, too, sing America.
Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Dear George Bush by Kristin Prevallet
I am writing this letter just to inform you that the tide is turning.
Exquisite Politics by Denise Duhamel
The perfect voter has a smile but no eyes
Exquisite Candidate by Denise Duhamel
I can promise you this: food in the White House
Patriotics by David Baker
Yesterday a little girl got slapped to death by her daddy,
Our Post-Soviet History Unfolds by Eleanor Lerman
This is what she says about Russia, in the year 2000, in
Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind by Carl Sandburg
Thanksgiving Letter from Harry by Carl Dennis
I guess I have to begin by admitting
Election Year by Donald Revell
A jet of mere phantom
Praise Song for the Day by Elizabeth Alexander
Each day we go about our business
Fellini in Purgatory by Jean Valentine
He was shoveling sand
American Names by Stephen Vincent Benét
I have fallen in love with American names
To Roosevelt by Rubén Darío
It is with the voice of the Bible, or verse of Walt Whitman
America by Claude McKay
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness
Howl, Parts I & II by Allen Ginsberg
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
The Condoleezza Suite [Excerpt] by Nikky Finney
Condoleezza rises at four
Election Day, November, 1884 by Walt Whitman
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show
America by Robert Creeley
America, you ode for reality!
Modern Declaration by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered