Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

What the Miner in the Desert Said

The moon’s a brass-hooped water-keg,
A wondrous water-feast.
If I could climb the ridge and drink
And give drink to my beast;
If I could drain that keg, the flies 
Would not be biting so,
My burning feet be spry again,
My mule no longer slow.
And I could rise and dig for ore,
And reach my fatherland,
And not be food for ants and hawks
And perish in the sand.

1. At Mass
2. A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People
3. The Illinois Village
4. The Potatoes’ Dance
5. The Wizard in the Street

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