VACHEL LINDSAY(1879-1931)

I wonder how you could,

after reading the quatrains of

Omar Khayyam, write such

a long and winding poem

which goes on and on

and gets nowhere

at all, Vachel!

Wine in a cup made

of clay that was

once a king, such

is wordly honour

and the fate of all.

Couldn't you have

written something like

that, Lindsay? But here I am,

writing a long and winding

poem which goes on and on

and gets nowhere at all...

14.03.2023

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