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Written by Muhammad Ali | Create an image from this poem

To make America the greatest is my goal

To make America the greatest is my goal,
So I beat the Russians, and I beat the Pole,
and for the USA won the medal of gold.
Italians said: "You're Greater than the Cassius of old´´.
We like your name, we like your game,
So make Rome your home if you will.
I said I appreciate your kind hospitality,
But the USA is my country still,
'Cause they're waiting to welcome me in Louisville.

Written by Omer Tarin | Create an image from this poem

On Your Asking

You asked me what it was all about, 
Why men and women dwelt so much 
On the slanting tangents 
Of come vague philosophy
And what I felt it was, and why
It was like this?

Sometimes, then, to answer your questions,
I dress my thoughts in brilliant costumes,
Beautiful, eloquent words, 
But to tell the truth
There is no way I can really say
Anything at all;

People have experienced these things--and these
Things are better felt, after all.
As to the 'why' Hanging over your brow Like a dark raincloud of expectancy-- That you must resolve for yourself Before the thunder finally breaks.
------------- (Pub in ''Bitter Oleander Review'', USA 2012)
Written by Philip Levine | Create an image from this poem


 Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway
on Delancey Street in 1946
as the rain came down.
The worst part is this is not from a bad movie.
I'd read Dos Passos' USA and thought, "Before the night ends my life will change.
" A stranger would stop to ask for my help, a single stranger more needy than I, if such a woman were possible.
I still had cigarettes, damp matches, and an inaccurate map of Manhattan in my head, and the change from the one $20 traveler's check I'd cashed in a dairy restaurant where the amazed owner actually proclaimed to the busy heads, "They got Jews in Detroit!" You can forgive the night.
No one else was dumb enough to be out.
Sure, it was Easter.
Was I expecting crocus and lilac to burst from the pavement and sweeten the air the way they did in Michigan once upon a time? This wouldn't be so bad if you were only young once.
Once would be fine.
You stand out in the rain once and get wet expecting to enter fiction.
You huddle under the Williamsburg Bridge posing for Life.
You trek to the Owl Hotel to lie awake in a room the size of a cat box and smell the dawn as it leaks under the shade with the damp welcome you deserve.
Just the once you earn your doctorate in mismanagement.
So I was eighteen, once, fifty years ago, a kid from a small town with big ideas.
Gatsby said if Detroit is your idea of a small town you need another idea, and I needed several.
I retied my shoes, washed my face, brushed my teeth with a furry tongue, counted out my $11.
80 on the broken bed, and decided the time had come to mature.
How else can I explain voting for Adlai Stevenson once and once again, planting a lemon tree in hard pan, loaning my Charlie Parker 78s to an out-of-work actor, eating pork loin barbecued on Passover, tangoing perfectly without music even with you?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things