English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Euclid. Вэчел Линдсей.

Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

Euclid

OLD Euclid drew a circle 
On a sand-beach long ago. 
He bounded and enclosed it 
With angles thus and so. 
His set of solemn greybeards 
Nodded and argued much 
Of arc and circumference, 
Diameter and such. 
A silent child stood by them 
From morning until noon 
Because they drew such charming 
Round pictures of the moon.

Vachel Lindsay’s other poems:

1. I Heard Immanuel Singing
2. The Potatoes’ Dance
3. Our Mother Pocahontas
4. When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich
5. Incense

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