when, in querulous thought,
you think of freedom, let it not be
tales of proud flags flying fierce and full;
nor mystic microphonic speech delivered;
never knickerbocker armies filing ranks;
think not of licentuous behavior in dark streets;
not even riots of good citizens: these
are the stuff of tyranny, whilst
Freudian nightmares reign. not freedom,
which is the beautiful fall in Pennsylvania:
slaves may see Beauty in the yellow trees, but
only the Free acknowledge her.
10/16/08
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