THE CITIES OF WHITE MEN
THOSE men build many houses:
They dig the earth, and they build;
They cut down the trees, and they build;
They work always -- building.
From the elevation of the mountainside
I behold the clouds:
The clouds build many beautiful houses in the sky:
They build, and they tear down;
They build, and they dissolve. . . .
The cities of white men,
They are not beautiful like the cloud cities;
They are not vast, like the cloud cities. . . .
A wind-swept teepee
Is all the house I own. . . .
