SundayAug 30, 2026
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Sherman's buzzin' along to de sea, Like Moses ridin' on a bumblebee.
And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the cleft dust was never English dust.
If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.
Go play with the towns you have built of blocks, The towns where you would have bound me! I sleep in my earth like a tired fox, And my bufdfalo have found me.
We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.
Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes, For Hell's broke loose in Georgia.
The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.
They were half of the first families in Virginia. Well, where do you start, when you start counting F.F.V.s?
Broad-streeted Richmond ... The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.
Even the damned may salute the eloquence of Mr. Webster.
Dreaming men are haunted men.
Our fathers and ourselves sowed dragon's teeth. Our children know and suffer the armed men.
I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me.
When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.
Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
Stonewall Jackson, wrapped in his beard and his silence.
I have fallen in love with American names The sharp names that never get fat, The snakeskin titles of mining claims, The plumed war bonnet of Medicine Hat, Tucson and Deadwood and Lost Mule Flat.
American Muse, whose strong and diverse heart So many men have tried to understand But only made it smaller with their art, Because you are as various as your land.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
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