Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)
The Queen of Bubbles
[Written for a picture] The Youth speaks: —: ”Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending? Your chariot will melt to mist. Your crown will have an ending.” The Goddess replies: — : ”Nay, sun is but a bubble, Earth is a whiff of foam — To my caves on the coast of Thule Each night I call them home. Thence Faiths blow forth to angels And loves blow forth to men — They break and turn to nothing And I make them whole again. On the crested waves of chaos I ride them back reborn: New stars I bring at evening For those that burst at morn: My soul is the wind of Thule And evening is the sign — The sun is but a bubble, A fragile child of mine.”
Vachel Lindsay’s other poems:
- I Heard Immanuel Singing
- When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich
- The Tree of Laughing Bells
- Where Is David, the Next King of Israel?
- With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
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