Who Knows? (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
They say one king is mad. Perhaps. Who knows? They say one king is doddering and grey. They say one ...
They say one king is mad. Perhaps. Who knows? They say one king is doddering and grey. They say one ...
(A Negro Sermon.) Once, in a night as black as ink, She drove him out when he would not drink. ...
In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish ...
This is the song The spice-tree sings: "Hunger and fire, Hunger and fire, Sky-born Beauty- Spice of desire," Under the ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
I saw Lord Buddha towering by my gate Saying: "Once more, good youth, I stand and wait." Saying: "I bring ...
The moon's a brass-hooped water-keg, A wondrous water-feast. If I could climb the ridge and drink And give drink to ...
I LOOK on the specious electrical light Blatant, mechanical, crawling and white, Wickedly red or malignantly green Like the beads ...
EVEN the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.) Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer, Whose eyes ...
A chant for a children's pantomime dance, suggested by a picture painted by George Mather Richards. I saw a proud, ...
Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas? One haunted me the whole night long, swaying with ...
When Bryan speaks, the town's a hive. From miles around, the autos drive. The sparrow chirps. The rooster crows. The ...
Two statesmen met by moonlight. Their ease was partly feigned. They glanced about the prairie. Their faces were constrained. In ...
MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (After seeing the reel called "Oil and Water.") Beauty has a throne-room In our humorous town, Spoiling its ...
The cornfields rise above mankind, Lifting white torches to the blue, Each season not ashamed to be Magnificently decked for ...
Though better men may fear that trumpet's warning, I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning, With golden hope my ...
"If I could set the moon upon This table," said my friend, "Among the standard poets And brouchures without end, ...
Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has ...
Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair. Younger than Dante found you ...
The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu he can get, ...
To be intoned, all but the two italicized lines, which are to be spoken in a snappy, matter-of-fact way. Ding-dong, ...
We are the smirched. Queen Honor is the spotless. We slept thro' wars where Honor could not sleep. We were ...
Think not that incense-smoke has had its day. My friends, the incense-time has but begun. Creed upon creed, cult upon ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
Would that such hills and cities round us sang, Such vistas of the actual earth and man As kindled Titian ...
Even the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
And must the Senator from Illinois Be this squat thing, with blinking, half-closed eyes? This brazen gutter idol, reared to ...
He paid a Swede twelve bits an hour Just to invent a fancy style To spread the celebration paint So ...
In Springfield, Illinois IT is portentious, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A ...
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