“This,
this is our land, this is our people,
This
that is neither a land nor a race. We must reap
The
wind here in the grass for our soul's harvest:
Here
we must eat our salt or our bones starve.
Here
we must live or live only as shadows.
This
is our race, we that have none, that have had
Neither
the old walls nor the voices around us,
This
is our land, this is our ancient ground —
The
raw earth, the mixed bloods and the strangers,
The
different eyes, the wind, and the heart's change.
These
we will not leave though the old call us.
This
is our country-earth, our blood, our kind.”—American poet, playwright, and teacher
Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982), “American Letter,” in New and Selected Poems: 1917-1976
(1976)
These
days, our not-so-social media are filled with talk designed to create
divisions. Archibald MacLeish, a true man of the book (not just a poet, but a
Librarian of Congress!) wrote this at the start of the 1930s, what W.H. Auden
called a “low, dishonest decade” that turned destructive, with global
consequences. Maybe it takes a poet to remind Americans of their best selves,
of what unites instead of divides us.
(The
image accompanying this post is Norman Rockwell’s Spirit of America, from 1974.)
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