There is beauty in The Dandelion; especially also, in The Flower of Mending:
"When moths have marred the overcoat
Of tender Mr Mouse."
And the lines:
"Factory windows are always broken.
Somebody's always throwing bricks,
are expertly captivating. Lincoln is not added to, but he is not travestied in Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight; there is glory in the conception of. Alexander Campbell stepping "from out the Brush Run Meeting House": and reality in Bryan:
"With my necktie by my ear, I was stepping on my dear. . . .
The earth rocked like the ocean, the sidewalk was a deck.
The houses for the moment were lost in the wide wreck."
We have in this poem, some of Gertrude Stein's power of "telling what you are being while you are doing what you are doing," and there is "blood within the rhyme" in:
"The banjos rattled and the tamborines
Jing-jing-jingled in the hands of Queens."
