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Top Ten Independence Poems

By Will Willingham 6 Comments

independence day poems straw fireworks
Where I live, explosive fireworks (beyond those of the sparkler variety) are legal. Partly, I think, because it’s a place where folks don’t look kindly on being told what to do. Also partly because there’s a lot more space than many states, to blow stuff up without hurting anybody. So for a couple of weeks around this time of year, fireworks stands pop up alongside every corn field, but especially in and around the border towns where people from neighboring states (whose governing officials have much longer lists of what they can do and not do) come over to buy their bottle rockets and Roman candles and sneak them back to their more heavily-regulated homes.

I like to think that even inside those people who don’t live in the gateway to the great independent American frontier, even inside those who live without a deep yearning to light fuses and fill the sky with color and their ears with deafening report, there’s a little bit in each of us that doesn’t like to be governed. We want a little independence; some of us want a lot. Which is to say that independence isn’t only a political thing.

Poets have been finding ways to talk about independence for a long time, whether personal or political. In celebration of hard-fought national and personal freedom; for those who have it, and those still working hard to achieve it, enjoy this collection of ten great Independence poems.

1. The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

—Emma Lazarus

2. Sympathy

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore, —
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!

—Paul Laurence Dunbar

3. Morning Argument

Pretty in red
black hair straight
she got out of bed

she got up and she read
my story, not of plates,
pretty in red

my poem led
us to a debate
she got out of bed

she sang instead
so early, not late
pretty in red

she was now quite ahead
she always knew the date
pretty in red
she got out of bed.

—by Sara Barkat, at age 12

4. Glass Slipper Sonnet 4

“But why a glass slipper?” she asks, and you pause—
“Why not made of rubies, like Dorothy’s in Oz?”
“And what about diamonds or Mother of Pearl?”
“Such glamorous stuff appeals to a girl.”
Your daughter is right. The story is daft.
Glass slippers are cheap. The prince is an ass
to think brittle footwear will win him a bride.
He needs to bring something she’ll slip on with pride.

The tale has a flaw no mother can mend—
unless she insert a new shoe at the end—
hijack the story, fly off on her own,
leave the step-sisters (and their feet) alone.
A bright, glitzy slipper a princess can wear
she pulls (like this sonnet) out of thin air.

—Angela Alaimo O’Donnell

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5. Welcome to Facebook

She wrote on my wall:
i luv mama
(which melted my heart)
but it took forty minutes
of sustained elbow grease
to coax the crayon off.

She poked me
over and over
after crawling into bed
with cold feet
and a sagging diaper
(at six in the morning).

“I’m not your friend anymore!”
she shrieked savagely
after I put her in time-out
for the third time—
I’m thinking, maybe I should join
the real thing?

—Sarah Dunning Park

6. Declaration of Independence

1

I will always love
sausages.

2

I am thinking of buying
a sausage necklace;
it will be luminescent
like natural pearls,
and separated
with those marvelous little knots,
but will be, all in all,
much tastier.

3

Once,
I had a girl.
She said she didn’t
eat sausages.
But when no one was looking
she nipped rings of them
off soft-bread
pizza.

4

My grandmother
used to make sausages;
I don’t know what
the ingredients were,
beyond raw meat, fat,
accidental gristle,
and love.

5

I have heard
they’re going to start carrying
sausage link fences
at the Home Depot.

Maybe I will buy one
to replace our rusty chain
link fence. It will probably draw
racoons, but the yard
will smell heavenly

for a day.

6

If I was a sausage,
I would want to be the fat kind
that sat in olive oil with onions,
paprika, and green bell peppers,
only to later be stuffed
into a hero.

7

If trains were sausages,
they would travel the world
on onion-slice tracks,
transport luggage
on red pepper racks.

—L.L. Barkat

7. Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

—William Henley

8. Her Kind

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.

—Anne Sexton

9. About My Birthday

I’d like to assume
from my April birthday,
I quickened the womb
on the 4th of July.

If you suffered as I
a sternly fought tendency
to endless dependency
you’d know why.

—Marie Ponsot

10. Song of Myself

1

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,

I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.

—Walt Whitman

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I used to be a claims adjuster, helping people and insurance companies make sense of loss. Now, I train other folks with ladders and tape measures to go and do likewise. Sometimes, when I’m not scaling small buildings or crunching numbers with my bare hands, I read Keats upside down. My first novel is Adjustments.

Comments

  1. Maureen Doallas says

    July 3, 2014 at 10:04 am

    Wonderful post that lifts my spirits today.

    Love L.L.’s sausage poem and Marie Ponsot’s and Angela’s. Angela, you are the Queen of Sonnet Writers!

    Some others I like: Alberto Rios’s “Day of the Refugios”, John Yau’s “E Pluribus Unum”, John Hollander’s “Sparklers”, all on my blog.

    I have a few of my own, too.

    Reply
  2. SimplyDarlene says

    July 3, 2014 at 10:41 am

    Sometimes
    my husband calls
    me
    a firecracker –
    with angst edging
    his proclamation.
    If he ever calls me
    a party pooper or
    a boor –
    I’ll know his fuse
    has run entirely too
    short. I’ll re-string
    him
    with passionate
    sizzle
    that dances
    beneath a color
    fissured
    nightime sky while
    country crooners
    thump hard enough
    to move speakers. Then
    I’ll name
    him
    a firecracker too.

    Reply
    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 3, 2014 at 12:50 pm

      “I’ll re-string
      him
      with passionate
      sizzle”

      Love this!

      Reply
  3. Laura Brown says

    July 6, 2014 at 3:34 pm

    I love the bouquet of bendy straws.

    Reply

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