Farmland along the upper Delaware River in New York State: photo by John Collier, June 1943 (Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Collection, Library of Congress)
The entire country is overrun with private property, the gypsy king said.
I don't know if this is true,
I believe in the gypsy kingship though.
The lost tribes of my own nation
Rove and rove.
In red and yellow rough and silent move.
I believe
The majesty pot mending, copper smith
On the hundred highways, nothing to do with.
And black eyes, black I never saw,
Searching out the pocket lines of cloth
The face lines and the furrows of belief.
It's a curious fact, Stephan, King, if you are made to doubt
Aegyptian vision on the Jersey shore.
Property's private as ever, ever.
Farmland along the upper Delaware River in New York State: photo by John Collier, June 1943 (Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Collection, Library of Congress)
Josephine Miles: Gypsy, from Local Measures, 1946
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