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.

1. The Leaden-Eyed
2. The Drunkards in the Street
3. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
4. What the Sexton Said
5. Upon Returning to the Country Road

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