The east is red and I am dead ...
The east is red and I am dead, stark on a silent host
The day breaks and the kite wakes and laughter thrills my ghost.
From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, ca. January 1928; titled with the first line in COLLECTED POETRY
The east is red and I am dead, stark on a silent host
The day breaks and the kite wakes and laughter thrills my ghost.