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 ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and ...
Into the acres of the newborn state He poured his strength, ...
Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses' home, That Oxford rules the heart of ...
(A Negro Sermon.) Once, in a night as black as ink, She drove him out when he would not drink. ...
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and ...
I LOOK on the specious electrical light Blatant, mechanical, crawling and white, Wickedly red or malignantly green Like the beads ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
I I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on: Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
Star of my heart, I follow from afar. Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, Where Time is ...
The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets ...
(A Poem Game.) I "Down cellar," said the cricket, "Down cellar," said the cricket, "Down cellar," said the cricket, "I ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
Twelve snails went walking after night. They'd creep an inch or so, Then stop and bug their eyes And blow. ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
The moon's a little prairie-dog. He shivers through the night. He sits upon his hill and cries For fear that ...
Too soon you wearied of our tears. And then you danced with spangled feet, Leading Belshazzar's chattering court A-tinkling through ...
MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (After seeing the reel called "Oil and Water.") Beauty has a throne-room In our humorous town, Spoiling its ...
(What Grandpa told the Children) The moon? It is a griffin's egg, Hatching to-morrow night. And how the little boys ...
Chant we the story now Tho' in a ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
Sometimes I dip my pen and find the bottle full of fire, The salamanders flying forth I cannot but admire. ...
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