Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

Drying Their Wings

 What the Carpenter Said

THE moon's a cottage with a door.
Some folks can see it plain.
Look, you may catch a glint of light,
A sparkle through the pane,
Showing the place is brighter still
Within, though bright without.
There, at a cosy open fire
Strange babes are grouped about.
The children of the wind and tide--
The urchins of the sky,
Drying their wings from storms and things
So they again can fly. 

1. The Rose of Midnight
2. What Semiramis Said
3. A Sense of Humor
4. Призраки бизонов • The Ghosts of the Buffaloes
5. Авраам Линкольн бродит в полночь • Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight

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