The Scissors-Grinder (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets ...
The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets ...
She was taught desire in the street, Not at the angels' feet. By the good no word was said Of ...
The wide Pacific waters And the Atlantic meet. With cries of joy they mingle, In tides of love they greet. ...
A BROADSIDE DISTRIBUTED IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS Censers are swinging, Over the town; Censers are swinging, Look overhead! Censers are swinging, ...
St. Francis, Buddha, Tolstoi, and St. John - Friends, if you four, as pilgrims, hand in hand, Returned, the hate ...
Would that in body and spirit Shakespeare came Visible emperor of the deeds of Time, With Justice still the genius ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
Though I have watched so many mourners weep O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep- Those dead seemed ...
A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS Galahad . . . soldier ...
DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.) Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer, Whose eyes ...
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and ...
A curse upon each king who leads his state, No matter what his plea, to this foul game, And may ...
Though better men may fear that trumpet's warning, I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning, With golden hope my ...
I saw wild domes and bowers And smoking incense towers And mad exotic flowers In Illinois. Where ragged ditches ran ...
I. THE DOLL UPON THE TOPMOST BOUGH This doll upon the topmost bough, This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, Was taken ...
Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas? One haunted me the whole night long, swaying with ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven? Are these your hands upon my wounded soul? Mine own, mine own, ...
I. SPEAK NOW FOR PEACE Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen, Stand now for peace, (though anger ...
"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin. "This tailor-shop sings not at all. Chant me a word of the twilight, Of ...
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish ...
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