American Gothic Poem by William Stafford
American Gothic
If we see better through tiny,
grim glasses, we like to wear
tiny, grim glasses.
Our parents willed us this
view. It's tundra? We love it.
We travel our kind of
Renaissance: barnfuls of hay,
whole voyages of corn, and
a book that flickers its
halo in the parlor.
Poverty plus confidence equals
pioneers. We never doubted.
We travel our kind of Renaissance: barnfuls of hay, whole voyages of corn, and a book that flickers its halo in the parlor. beautiful poem. tony
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4/23/2024 9:04:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hope! ! " Poverty plus confidence" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.