Gertrude Stein

(3 February 1874 – 27 July 1946 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania)

America


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.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 06, 2010

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