Poetry Wednesday: Freedom

There are many, many poems  about America and its ideals, some glowing, some militaristic or cynical, celebratory or sad.

But this year, as our country struggles loudly with itself and clutches a past that never was while striving for a future that finally seems possible, this poem—written by an Englishman who was not thinking of us—seems to contain the whole of our history from that first day of declaration to this:

Of Old Sat Freedom of the Heights
(Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
      The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
      She heard the torrents meet.

   There in her place she did rejoice,
      Self-gather’d in her prophet-mind,
But fragments of her mighty voice
      Came rolling on the wind.

   Then stept she down thro’ town and field
      To mingle with the human race,
And part by part to men reveal’d
      The fulness of her face—

   Grave mother of majestic works,
      From her isle-altar gazing down,
Who, God-like, grasps the triple forks,
      And, King-like, wears the crown:

   Her open eyes desire the truth.
      The wisdom of a thousand years
Is in them. May perpetual youth
      Keep dry their light from tears;

   That her fair form may stand and shine,
      Make bright our days and light our dreams,
Turning to scorn with lips divine
      The falsehood of extremes!

 

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7 thoughts on “Poetry Wednesday: Freedom

  1. I like your choice for today. I’ve always like Tennyson’s work. Happy 4th, Sarah! Wishing your family a fun and safe holiday. ❤

  2. I especially like the last two lines of Tennyson’s poem. Turning to scorn…The falsehood of extremes.
    Take note Tea Party! Dad.

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