Nature
The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky
From The Congo and Other Poems (1914)
Nature
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that... greedy
North... Wind... eats... again!
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(What the Little Girl Said)
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Lindsay, Vachel. “The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lindsay/111/.
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Lindsay, Vachel. “The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lindsay/111/.
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