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An Old Song
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John Hollander (1929– ) An Old Song What she and I had between us once, America And its hope had; and just as I grieve alternately For what I know myself to have lost of what had been, And for all that loss I was suffering all that while I was doing, I thought, so well, so goes the nation, Grieving for her hope, either lost, or from the very Start, a lost cause. All our states and I are one in this. O my America, my long-lost land lady of The hardening ground, the house neither ancient nor in Good repair, the brackish stream, the half-abandoned mill, The red plastic bucket that hung in the place we kept By the beach where, I remember, August evenings Rang with hilarity until we trembled with cold. ...