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. The Strength of the Lonely
2. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
3. The Master of the Dance
4. St. Francis of Assisi
5. What the Moon Saw

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