Drying Their Wings
Read 'Drying Their Wings' by 'Vachel Lindsay' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
What the Carpenter Said
THE moon's a cottage with a door.
Some folks can see it plain.
Look, you may catch a glint of light,
A sparkle through the pane,
Showing the place is brighter still
Within, though bright without.
There, at a cosy open fire
Strange babes are grouped about.
The children of the wind and tide--
The urchins of the sky,
Drying their wings from storms and things
So they again can fly.
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