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.
Vachel Lindsay’s other poems:
- I Heard Immanuel Singing
- When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich
- Where Is David, the Next King of Israel?
- With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
- The Potatoes’ Dance
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