Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

The Sorceress!

I asked her, ”Is Aladdin’s lamp 
Hidden anywhere?” 
”Look into your heart,” she said, 
”Aladdin’s lamp is there.” 

She took my heart with glowing hands. 
It burned to dust and air 
And smoke and rolling thistledown 
Blowing everywhere. 

”Follow the thistledown,” she said, 
”Till doomsday, if you dare, 
Over the hills and far away. 
Aladdin’s lamp is there.”

1. What the Miner in the Desert Said
2. At Mass
3. A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People
4. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
5. The Illinois Village

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