Thursday, October 01, 2009

Vachel Lindsay

Here is one of my favorite poems. It was written by Vachel Lindsay of Springfield, Illinois. Did you know that Lindsay was born in the same house in which he died? He was most likely a manic depressive. His mother gave birth to him in the bed on the first floor. At age 52 he took his own life by drinking poison in the bed on the second floor directly above where he was born.


Two Old Crows

Two old crows sat on a fence rail.
Two old crows sat on a fence rail,
Thinking of effect and cause,
Of weeds and flowers,
And nature's laws.

One of them muttered, one of them stuttered,
One of them stuttered, one of them muttered.
Each of them thought far more than he uttered.
One crow asked the other crow a riddle.
One crow asked the other crow a riddle:

The muttering crow Asked the stuttering crow,
"Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?
Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?"
"Bee-cause," said the other crow,
"Bee-cause,B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause."

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