Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Book Excerpt for the Day

    Twelve snails went walking after night,
    They’d creep an inch or so,
    Then stop and bug their eyes
    And blow.
    Some folks… are… deadly… slow.
    Twelve snails went walking yestereve,
    Led by their fat old king.
    They were so dull their princeling had
    No sceptre, robe, or ring-
    Only a paper cap to wear
    When nightly journeying.
   (Vachel Lindsay, from "The Haughty Snail-King")

    (from The Congo, and Other Poems  by Vachel Lindsay)

  7*/10.  The complete review is here.

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