Queen Mab in the Village (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
The little pansies by the road have turned Away their purple faces and their gold, And evening has taken all ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
When the Lieutenant of the Guardia de Asalto heard the automatic go off, he turned and took the second shot ...
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
Words go on travelling from voice to voice while the phones are still and the wires hum in the cold. ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
Failure It's only a word. But it carries with it so much pain and so little concern so much frustration ...
Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white, And soon down ladders of reflected light The sleepers climb in ...
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