The Queen of Bubbles (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The Youth speaks: -: "Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending? Your chariot ...
The Youth speaks: -: "Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending? Your chariot ...
My soul is sailing through the sea, But the Past is heavy and hindereth me. The Past hath crusted cumbrous ...
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father's house With your cheeks ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
In o'er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music's bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven? Are these your hands upon my wounded soul? Mine own, mine own, ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
from St. Ambrose He fears the tiger standing in his way. The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. ...
(A Negro Sermon.) Once, in a night as black as ink, She drove him out when he would not drink. ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Figure it out for yourself, my lad, You've all that the greatest of men have had, Two arms, two hands, ...
If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One ...
Life is a game with a glorious prize, If we can only play it right. It is give and take, ...
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm resolve of a determined ...
One ship drives east and another drives west With the self-same winds that blow. This the set of the sails ...
I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities ...
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may ...
Dream of being someone great Of climbing a mountain so high. Dream of being a student so bright Or challenging ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
At last, when all the summer shine That warmed life's early hours is past, Your loving fingers seek for mine ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories