Here in America, we consider ourselves the Land of the Free; but for Women and Blacks and many other minorities, that’s not always been the case.
As I have before, I am sharing with you today the words of sages past, wonderful American poets who put things in perspective far better than I can. All selections and bios are taken from 101 Great American Poems, published by The American Poetry & Literacy Project.
I hope you enjoy them, and that they make you think, as they make me think, about how much better we need to do — and can do with a bit of effort.
To My Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
They love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever
–Anne Bradstreet (1612?-1672) – America’s first published poet, the wife and daughter of governors of the Massachusetts Bay Colony and mother of eight.
Bury Me in a Free Land
Make me a grave where’er you will,
In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill,
Make it among earth’s humblest graves,
But not in land where men are slaves.
I could not rest if around my grave
I heard the steps of a trembling slave:
His shadow above my silent tomb
Would make it a place of fearful gloom.
I could not rest if I heard the tread
Of a coffle gang to the shambles led,
And the mother’s shriek of wild despair
Rise like a cures on the trembling air.
I could not sleep if I saw the lash
Drinking her blood at each fearful gash,
And I saw her babes torn from her breast,
Like trembling doves from their parent nest.
I’d shudder and start if I heard the bay
Of blood-hounds seizing their human prey;,
And I heard the captive plead in vain
As they bound afresh his galling chain.
If I saw young girls from their mother’s arms
Bartered and sold for their youthful charms,
My eye would flash with mournful flame,
My death-paled cheek grow red with shame.
I would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might
Can rob no man of his dearest right;
My rest shall be calm in any grave
Where none can call his brother as slave.
I ask no monument, proud and high,
To arrest the gaze of passers-by;
All that my yearning spirit craves,
Is bury me not in a land of slaves
–Frances E.W. Harper (1825-1911); Frances Harper used her writing as a vehicle for advocating racial equality (she was herself the daughter of freed slaves) and women’s rights.
Laugh, and the world laughst with you;
weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
but has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer,
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve , and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
–Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919); Her sentimental and passionate verse was published in newspapers and magazines throughout America, garnering a readership almost unequaled in her time.
Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It will not ebb like the sea
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky
My hopes were heaven-high,
The all fulfilled in you.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies —
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.
–Sara Teasdale (1884-1933). Teasdale won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1918.
I, too, sing America
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
I’ll be at the table
When company comes
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
They’ll see how beautiful I am
and be ashamed —
I, too, am America
–Langston Hughes (1902-1967) Hughes was drawn to New York by its role as the crucible of black cultural activity. The work he produced there — including poetry that wedded traditional poetic forms to jazz and the blues — won him the sobriquet “the band of Harlem.”
I’ve been scarred and battered
My hopes the wind done scattered
Snow has friz me, sun has baked me.
Looks like between ’em
They done tried to make me
Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’ —
But I don’t care
I’m still here!
–Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
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The NAPLAN (National Assessment Program-Literacy and Numeracy) is sat by children in years 3, 5, 7 and 9, between the ages of eight to fifteen. The exam tests numeracy, writing, and language conventions such as grammar and spelling.
A copy of the letter is included below:
A Letter to all Students who sat NAPLAN this year
This week you would have received your NAPLAN test results. We are pleased that you tried your very best in these challenging tests and during the weeks and months leading up to them.
I’d like you, your family, friends and teachers to remember that these tests are unable to measure all of what it is that makes you the valued person who you are. The people who have created these tests and those that mark…
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California representative Maxine Waters, the highest-ranking Democrat on the House Financial Services Committee, is introducing legislation that would modify the Fair Credit Reporting Act in several ways.
It would sharply reduce the amount of time negative information stays on your report. Right now, if you default on a loan, have a debt go into collections or similar, you’re stuck with that black mark for seven years. Waters’ proposed law would shave three years off that and wipe the slate clean after four years. The proposal also would “reverse” defaults on private student loans if the borrower makes nine on-time payments in a row.
“It probably is time to look at the seven-year reporting…
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