Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
Though I have watched so many mourners weep O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep- Those dead seemed ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
A curse upon each king who leads his state, No matter what his plea, to this foul game, And may ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important ...
She was taught desire in the street, Not at the angels' feet. By the good no word was said Of ...
AFTER HAVING READ A GREAT DEAL OF GOOD CURRENT POETRY IN THE MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPERS Ah, they are passing, passing ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
THE moon is now an opening flower, The sky a cliff of blue. The moon is now a silver rose; ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
Look you, I'll go pray, My shame is crying, My soul is gray and faint, My faith is dying. Look ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in ...
Though better men may fear that trumpet's warning, I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning, With golden hope my ...
Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair. Younger than Dante found you ...
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