Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
[This is the hymn to Eleanor, daughter of Mab and a golden drone, sung by the Locust choir when the ...
My lady in her white silk shawl Is like a lily dim, Within the twilight of the room Enthroned and ...
Would that such hills and cities round us sang, Such vistas of the actual earth and man As kindled Titian ...
Thou wilt not sentence to eternal life My soul that prays that it may sleep and sleep Like a white ...
And must the Senator from Illinois Be this squat thing, with blinking, half-closed eyes? This brazen gutter idol, reared to ...
I. THE DOLL UPON THE TOPMOST BOUGH This doll upon the topmost bough, This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, Was taken ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room. The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom. His web ...
I The angels guide him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The little boy ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
Would that by Hindu magic we became Dark monks of jeweled India long ago, Sitting at Prince Siddartha's feet to ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and ...
In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish ...
Life's a jail where men have common lot. Gaunt the one who has, and who has not. All our treasures ...
I know a seraph who has golden eyes, And hair of gold, and body like the snow. Here in the ...
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