Vachel Lindsay

(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

What The Miner In The Desert Said - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The moon's a brass-hooped water-keg,
A wondrous water-feast.
If I could climb the ridge and drink
And give drink to my beast;
If I could drain that keg, the flies
Would not be biting so,
My burning feet be spry again,
My mule no longer slow.
And I could rise and dig for ore,
And reach my fatherland,
And not be food for ants and hawks
And perish in the sand.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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