The Hearth Eternal (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
Unknown faces in the street And winter coming on. I Stand in the last moments of The city, no more ...
I The angels guide him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The little boy ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
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