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400 [Oh my America!] Oh my America, Not yet the motherland! Woman, sib to us, not too complaisant Whetting our powers with resistance not feigned but instinctive Yielding pleasure, woman wise, to the strong only; We, having proved our manhood upon you, Salute you! Not yet the motherland! And not even a grief to gnaw like an old bone Finds an old grief to gnaw on like a bone As well the river would complain that the shores go by too fast. Editor’s Notes AU 418: untitled typescript sib = abbreviation of sibling ...

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