St. Francis of Assisi (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep, Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square, The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air, ...
In o'er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music's bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...
Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
As Love will carve dear names upon a tree, Symbol of gravure on his heart to be, So thought I ...
Ah in the thunder air how still the trees are! And the lime-tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silent hardly ...
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting ...
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...
"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin. "This tailor-shop sings not at all. Chant me a word of the twilight, Of ...
What heartache -- ne'er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low. With one ...
Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips, And at night when the wind arose, the lash of the ...
3-foot blue cannisters of nitro along a conveyor belt, slow fish speaking the language of silence. On the roof, I ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day. Each rules a half of earth with different sway, Exchanging kingdoms, ...
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long,straggly branches of an old willow tree. ...
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill, Be a scrub in the valley-but be The ...
Awakening, dawn's chorus Welcoming, The day new, untouched Waiting to be filled.... And will we paint a rainbow With all ...
O hurry where by water among the trees The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh, When they have but looked ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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