How Samson Bore Away the Gates of Gaza (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
(A Negro Sermon.) Once, in a night as black as ink, She drove him out when he would not drink. ...
(A Negro Sermon.) Once, in a night as black as ink, She drove him out when he would not drink. ...
The dew, the rain and moonlight All prove our Father's mind. The dew, the ...
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...
(To Eudora, after I had had certain dire adventures.) When Dragon-fly would fix his wings, When Snail would patch his ...
Twelve snails went walking after night. They'd creep an inch or so, Then stop and bug their eyes And blow. ...
She was taught desire in the street, Not at the angels' feet. By the good no word was said Of ...
Awake again in Asia, Lord of Peace, Awake and preach, for her far swordsmen rise. And would they sheathe the ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
Even the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
He coveted her portrait. He toiled as she grew gay. She loved to see him labor In that devoted way. ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
EVEN the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
Kiss me and comfort my heart Maiden honest and fine. I am the pilgrim boy Lame, but hunting the shrine; ...
"He could not forget that he was a Sidney." Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this ...
I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room. The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom. His web ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
A curse upon each king who leads his state, No matter what his plea, to this foul game, And may ...
Sometimes we remember kisses, Remember the dear heart-leap when they came: Not always, but sometimes we remember The kindness, the ...
They say one king is mad. Perhaps. Who knows? They say one king is doddering and grey. They say one ...
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