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The Queen Of Bubbles Post by :pgoodison Category :Poems Author :Vachel Lindsay Date :March 2011 Read :2801

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The Queen Of Bubbles

(Written for a picture)


The Youth speaks:--
"Why do you seek the sun
In your bubble-crown ascending?
Your chariot will melt to mist.
Your crown will have an ending."

The Goddess replies:--
"Nay, sun is but a bubble,
Earth is a whiff of foam--
To my caves on the coast of Thule
Each night I call them home.
Thence Faiths blow forth to angels
And loves blow forth to men--
They break and turn to nothing
And I make them whole again.
On the crested waves of chaos
I ride them back reborn:
New stars I bring at evening
For those that burst at morn:
My soul is the wind of Thule
And evening is the sign--
The sun is but a bubble,
A fragile child of mine."


(The end)
Vachel Lindsay's poem: Queen Of Bubbles

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