Here is Robert Bly’s “Poem Against the British” from Silence in the Snowy Fields (1953):
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The wind through the box-elder trees
Is like rides at dusk on a white horse,
Great poetry always has something of the grandiose in it. It’s as if American poets are now so distrustful of the grandiose and so afraid to be thought grandiose that they cannot even imagine great poetry.
– Robert Bly