PRAIRIE HOUSE
(frank lloyd wright takes off)
Carrying the bulk past Promontory Point,
hauling water to the top, great arches 'midst
Richardsonian splendor, all that crazed
American space. I don't know where to turn,
as, all around me, rocks and ledges and subterfuge
and ceilings stretch. The fireplace, though now
settled, itself roars blazing flames. Everything
seems amiss, all these Columbia'd plains. I
seek nothing more : self-reliance, a cove,
a simple place to hide me out.
Carrying the bulk past Promontory Point,
hauling water to the top, great arches 'midst
Richardsonian splendor, all that crazed
American space. I don't know where to turn,
as, all around me, rocks and ledges and subterfuge
and ceilings stretch. The fireplace, though now
settled, itself roars blazing flames. Everything
seems amiss, all these Columbia'd plains. I
seek nothing more : self-reliance, a cove,
a simple place to hide me out.
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