Would that by Hindu magic we became
Dark monks of jeweled India long ago,
Sitting at Prince Siddartha’s feet to know
The foolishness of gold and love and station,
The gospel of the Great Renunciation,
The ragged cloak, the staff, the rain and sun,
The beggar’s life, with far Nirvana gleaming:
Lord, make us Buddhas, dreaming.
Buddha
Analysis, meaning and summary of Vachel Lindsay's poem Buddha
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A sincere, unpretentious, honest poem… reveals some aspects of Lindsey’s character and interesting enough some of his wide-ranging preoccupations, which shed even more light on this great man and his work.