Tuesday, April 1, 2008

America, by Gertrude Stein

(A poem to mark National Poetry Month)

Once in English they said America. Was it English to them.
Once they said Belgian.
We like a fog.
Do you for weather.
Are we brave.
Are we true.
Have we the national colour.
Can we stand ditches.
Can we mean well.
Do we talk together.
Have we red cross.
A great many people speak of feet.
And socks.

(credit: 1906 portrait of Gertrude Stein by Pablo Picasso)

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