Prologue to “Rhymes to be Traded for Bread” (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
EVEN the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
EVEN the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky. He bites it, day by day, Until there's but a rim of scraps That ...
Even the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
In this, the City of my Discontent, Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass, "Romance, Romance - is here. ...
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