Echoes from Vagabondia

by Bliss Carman


 

A CONUNDRUM


 

I AM Greek in the morning
And Gothic at night;
I change without warning
From grief to delight.

I’m grim in November,

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I’m gaudy in June,
As warm as an ember,
As cold as the moon.

I’m sober on Sunday,
On Monday I’m blue;

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But what I do one day
I don’t always do.

I’m Western in bearing,
And Eastern in breed,
The Occident’s daring,

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The Orient’s creed.

I camp or I travel,
I triumph or fail,
And who shall unravel
The loops of my trail?

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The dust of the desert,
The wind of the sea,
The spray of the river
Are mingled in me.

I run the whole gamut

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From heaven to hell,
And when I don’t damn it,
I say it is well.