Everybody must have been a spy.

I went looking for Donne, but came up hands-full. Poems about home, specifically poems titled after it:

* I, Too, Sing America, by Langston Hughes: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15615

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

* Robert Creely, America: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/america/

Give back

what we are, these people you made,
us, and nowhere but you to be.

* Long, Too Long, America by Walt Whitman: http://www.whitmanarchive.org/published/LG/1891/poems/170

And now to conceive and show to the world what your children
en-masse really are,
(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children
en-masse really are?)

* Langston Hughes, Let America be America Again, particularly good in light of OWS: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-america-be-america-again/

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

* Claude McKay, America: http://poemhunter.com/poem/america-2/

* Allen Ginsberg, America: http://writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/america.html

America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?

* and a cheat: the initial John Donne, 'To His Mistress Going to Bed':

Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O, my America, my Newfoundland,
My kingdom, safest when with one man mann'd,
My mine of precious stones, my empery ;
How am I blest in thus discovering thee !