English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. The Drunkards in the Street. Вэчел Линдсей.

Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

The Drunkards in the Street

The Drunkards in the street are calling one another, 
Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, — 
Publicans and wantons — 
Calling, laughing, calling, 
While the Spirit bloweth Space and Time away. 

Why should I feel the sobbing, the secrecy, the glory, 
This comforter, this fitful wind divine? 
I the cautious Pharisee, the scribe, the whited sepulchre — 
I have no right to God, he is not mine. 

Within their gutters, drunkards dream of Hell. 
I say my prayers by my white bed to-night, 
With the arms of God about me, with the angels singing, singing 
Until the grayness of my soul grows white.

Vachel Lindsay’s other poems:

1. The Potatoes’ Dance
2. I Heard Immanuel Singing
3. When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich
4. The Tree of Laughing Bells
5. Where Is David, the Next King of Israel?

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