Vachel Lindsay Poems (169 Poems)
Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I In a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things to shout about,And knock your old blue devils out. I brag and chant of Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan,Candidate for … Continue reading
An Indian Summer Day on the Prairie (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
<i>(IN THE BEGINNING)</i> The sun is a huntress young,The sun is a red, red joy,The sun is an indian girl,Of the tribe of the Illinois. <i>(MID-MORNING)</i> The sun is a smouldering fire,That creeps through the high gray plain,And leaves not … Continue reading
A Colloquial Reply: To Any Newsboy (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
If you lay for Iago at the stage door with a brickYou have missed the moral of the play.He will have a midnight supper with Othello and his wife.They will chirp together and be gay.But the things Iago stands for … Continue reading
Love and Law (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
TRUE Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance In stones of Forbearance and mortar of pain. The workman lays wearily granite on granite, And bleeds for his castle, ‘mid sunshine and rain. Love is not velvet, not all of it … Continue reading
A Sense of Humor (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
NO man should stand before the moon To make sweet song thereon, With dandified importance, His sense of humor gone. Nay, let us don the motley cap, The jester’s chastened mien, If we would woo that looking-glass And see what … Continue reading
The Rose of Midnight (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
THE moon is now an opening flower, The sky a cliff of blue. The moon is now a silver rose; Her pollen is the dew. Her pollen is the mist that swings Across her face of dreams: Her pollen is … Continue reading
Drying Their Wings (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
What the Carpenter Said THE moon’s a cottage with a door. Some folks can see it plain. Look, you may catch a glint of light, A sparkle through the pane, Showing the place is brighter still Within, though bright without. … Continue reading
A Rhyme About an Electrical Advertising Sign (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I LOOK on the specious electrical light Blatant, mechanical, crawling and white, Wickedly red or malignantly green Like the beads of a young Senegambian queen. Showing, while millions of souls hurry on, The virtues of collars, from sunset till dawn, … Continue reading
The Eagle That is Forgotten (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Sleep softly … eagle forgotten … under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has its own. “We have buried him now,” thought your foes, and in secret rejoiced. They made a brave show of … Continue reading
Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
In Springfield, Illinois IT is portentious, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, Near the old court-house, pacing up and down. Or by his homestead, or … Continue reading
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