What Semiramis Said (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
THE moon's a steaming chalice, Of honey and venom-wine. A little of it sipped by night Makes the long hours ...
THE moon's a steaming chalice, Of honey and venom-wine. A little of it sipped by night Makes the long hours ...
This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung ...
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The Youth speaks: -: "Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending? Your chariot ...
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
The moon's a gong, hung in the wild, Whose song the fays hold dear. Of course you do not hear ...
(To a Man who maintained that the Mausoleum is the Stateliest Possible Manner of Interment) I would be one with ...
I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room. The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom. His web ...
(IN THE BEGINNING) THE sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an ...
A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old There was a little turtle. He lived in a box. He swam ...
Two old crows sat on a fence rail. Two old crows sat on a fence rail, Thinking of effect and ...
Too soon you wearied of our tears. And then you danced with spangled feet, Leading Belshazzar's chattering court A-tinkling through ...
"Yes," said the sister with the little pinched face, The busy little sister with the funny little tract: - "This ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
[This is the hymn to Eleanor, daughter of Mab and a golden drone, sung by the Locust choir when the ...
A BROADSIDE DISTRIBUTED IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS Censers are swinging, Over the town; Censers are swinging, Look overhead! Censers are swinging, ...
I. GOD SEND THE REGICIDE Would that the lying rulers of the world Were brought to block for tyrannies abhorred. ...
O you who lose the art of hope, Whose temples seem to shrine a lie, Whose sidewalks are but stones ...
HUNGRY for music with a desperate hunger I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town; The evening crowd was clamoring ...
"He could not forget that he was a Sidney." Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this ...
"Tell me, where do ghosts in love Find their bridal veils?" "If you and I were ghosts in love We'd ...
(A Poem Game.) The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, Now orders ...
On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father's house With your cheeks ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
Twelve snails went walking after night. They'd creep an inch or so, Then stop and bug their eyes And blow. ...
Chant we the story now Tho' in a ...
UNDER THE BLESSING OF YOUR PSYCHE WINGS Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale, On sunny days have ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
THIS section is a Christmas tree: Loaded with pretty toys for you. Behold the blocks, the Noah's arks, The popguns ...
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