Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

What the Rattlesnake Said

The moon’s a little prairie-dog.
He shivers through the night.
He sits upon his hill and cries
For fear that I will bite.

The sun’s a broncho. He’s afraid
Like every other thing,
And trembles, morning, noon and night,
Lest I should spring, and sting.

1. What the Miner in the Desert Said
2. At Mass
3. The Illinois Village
4. The Prarie Battlements
5. Sweet Briars of the Stairways

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