• Publication Date: 1921
  • Flesch-Kincaid Level: 8
Poetry

America

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,Stealing my breath of life, I will confessI love this cultured hell that tests my youth!Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,Giving me strength erect against her hate.Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.Yet...
  • Publication Date: 1921
  • Flesch-Kincaid Level: 8