The Chinese Nightingale (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
Where is David? . . . O God's people, Saul has passed, the good and great. Mourn for Saul the ...
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
I went down into the desert To meet Elijah- Arisen from the dead. I thought to. find him in an ...
Too soon you wearied of our tears. And then you danced with spangled feet, Leading Belshazzar's chattering court A-tinkling through ...
Sweetheart Spring Our Sweetheart, Spring, came softly, Her gliding hands were fire, Her lilac breath upon our cheeks Consumed us ...
The Youth speaks: -: "Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending? Your chariot ...
Climbing the heights of Berkeley Nightly I watch the West. There lies new San Francisco, Sea-maid in purple dressed, Wearing ...
Into the acres of the newborn state He poured his strength, ...
I. GOD SEND THE REGICIDE Would that the lying rulers of the world Were brought to block for tyrannies abhorred. ...
Where a river roars in rapids And doves in maples fret, Where peace has decked the pastures Our guardian angels ...
UNDER THE BLESSING OF YOUR PSYCHE WINGS Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale, On sunny days have ...
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and ...
A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS Galahad . . . soldier ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and ...
"The sun says his prayers," said the fairy, Or else he would wither and die. "The sun says his prayers," ...
The Drunkards in the street are calling one another, Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, - Publicans ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish ...
Though better men may fear that trumpet's warning, I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning, With golden hope my ...
I I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on: Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
Kiss me and comfort my heart Maiden honest and fine. I am the pilgrim boy Lame, but hunting the shrine; ...
No doubt to-morrow I will hide My face from you, my King. Let me rejoice this Sunday noon, And kneel ...
Life's a jail where men have common lot. Gaunt the one who has, and who has not. All our treasures ...
I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room. The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom. His web ...
The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets ...
O you who lose the art of hope, Whose temples seem to shrine a lie, Whose sidewalks are but stones ...
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