Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)
The Sorceress!
I asked her, ”Is Aladdin’s lamp Hidden anywhere?” ”Look into your heart,” she said, ”Aladdin’s lamp is there.” She took my heart with glowing hands. It burned to dust and air And smoke and rolling thistledown Blowing everywhere. ”Follow the thistledown,” she said, ”Till doomsday, if you dare, Over the hills and far away. Aladdin’s lamp is there.”
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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