Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

The Dandelion

O DANDELION, rich and haughty, 
King of village flowers! 
Each day is coronation time, 
You have no humble hours. 
I like to see you bring a troop 
To beat the blue-grass spears, 
To scorn the lawn-mower that would be 
Like fate’s triumphant shears, 
Your yellow heads are cut away, 
It seems your reign is o’er. 
By noon you raise a sea of stars 
More golden than before.

1. The Merciful Hand
2. The Black Hawk War of the Artists
3. To Buddha
4. Above the Battle’s Front
5. When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich

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