Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sat gossiping with Robert.
(She was really a raving beauty in her day.
With Mary Pickford curls in clouds and whirls.)
She was trying to think of something nice to say,
So she pointed to a page by her fellow star and sage,
And said: “I wish that I could write that way!”
(Vachel Lindsay)
More Poetry from Vachel Lindsay:
- Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
- An Indian Summer Day on the Prairie (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
- A Colloquial Reply: To Any Newsboy (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
- A Rhyme About an Electrical Advertising Sign (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
- Prologue to "Rhymes to be Traded for Bread" (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
- How a Little Girl Danced (Vachel Lindsay Poems)