The sharp names that never get fat,
The snakeskin-titles of mining-claims,
The plum war-bonnet of Medicine Hat,
Tucson and Deadwood and Lost Mule Flat.
Seine and Piave are silver spoons,
But the spoonbowl-metal is thin and worn,
There are English counties like hunting-tunes
Played on the keys of a postboy's horn,
But I will remember where I was born." -American Names, by Stephen Vincent Benet
Little French Lick and Lundy's Lane
The Yankee ships and the Yankee dates
And the bullet-towns of Calamity Jane.
I will remember Skunktown Plain
I will fall in love with a Salem tree
And a rawhide quirt from Santa Cruz,
I will get me a bottle of Boston sea
And a blue-gum nigger to sing me blues.
I am tired of loving a foreign muse.
Rue des Martyrs and Bleeding-Heart-Yard
Senlis, Pisa, and Blindman's Oast,
It is a magic ghost your guard
But I am sick for a newer ghost,
Harrisburg, Spartanburg, Painted Post." -American Names, by Stephen Vincent Benet
And Henry and John were always right?
Granted, but when it was time to go
And the tea and the laurels had stood all night
Did they never watch for Nantucket Light?
I shall not rest quiet in Montparnasse.
I shall not lie easy at Winchelsea.
You may bury my body in Sussex grass,
You may bury my tongue at Champmedy.
I shall not be there. I shall rise and pass
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee." -American Names, by Stephen Vincent Benet