Vachel Lindsay

(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

A Colloquial Reply: To Any Newsboy


If you lay for Iago at the stage door with a brick
You have missed the moral of the play.
He will have a midnight supper with Othello and his wife.
They will chirp together and be gay.
But the things Iago stands for must go down into the dust:
Lying and suspicion and conspiracy and lust.
And I cannot hate the Kaiser (I hope you understand.)
Yet I chase the thing he stands for with a brickbat in my hand.

Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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