Slow Smoke/Bazile Dead-Wind
BAZILE DEAD-WINDThe Beggar
He squatted in the mud with hand outstretched,
Beetled of forehead, pocked and scrofulous,
Bulbous of scarlet nose; but with the stream
Of silver jingling in his birchen bucket,
The vagabond waxed somehow crimson-clean,
As a warty toadstool flushes into life
Beneath the benediction of cool sweet rain.
Beetled of forehead, pocked and scrofulous,
Bulbous of scarlet nose; but with the stream
Of silver jingling in his birchen bucket,
The vagabond waxed somehow crimson-clean,
As a warty toadstool flushes into life
Beneath the benediction of cool sweet rain.