Yesterday as I taught the English language to my students at the NGO I work for, I came across a beautiful poem by Vachel Lindsay; a well-known name among poems such as ‘On The Garden Wall ‘, which only showcased the imaginary innocence of a little boy in his dream, in the 9th grade textbook and fell in love.
I would love to share the poem with you readers. Here it goes;
Oh, once I walked a garden
In dreams. ‘Twas yellow grass.
And many orange-trees grew there
In sand as white as glass.
The curving, wide wall-border
Was marble, like the snow.
I walked that wall a fairy-prince
And, pacing quaint and slow,
Beside me were my pages,
Two giant, friendly birds.
Half-swan they were, half peacock.
They spake in courtier-words.
Their inner wings a chariot,
Their outer wings for flight,
They lifted me from dreamland.
We bade those trees good-night.
Swiftly above the stars we rode.
I looked below me soon.
The white-walled garden I had ruled
Was one lone flower–the moon