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 mountain-side
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....