My Republic, /I am pledged by my childish troth/ So strangely to you.

(poetry diary 251-5/10/17) Looking for poems referencing Watergate.
(Re: In Trump’s Firing of James Comey, Echoes of Watergate – Peter Baker – New York Times – 5/9/17)
Found this oddly touching one:


Elizabeth Powell

Republic, your cool hands
On my schoolgirl shoulders.
Not sure what allegiances meant
Until the vows were held by heart,
By memory, by rote, by benign betrothal.
Read rest of poem 


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