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 ...
Vachel Lindsay Poems (169 Poems)
An Indian Summer Day on the Prairie (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
<i>(IN THE BEGINNING)</i>The sun is a huntress young,The sun is a red, red joy,The sun is an indian girl,Of the ...
A Colloquial Reply: To Any Newsboy (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
If you lay for Iago at the stage door with a brickYou have missed the moral of the play.He will ...
Love and Law (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
TRUE Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance In stones of Forbearance and mortar of pain. The workman lays wearily ...
The Congo: A Study of the Negro Race (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
The Hope of the Resurrection (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Though I have watched so many mourners weep O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep- Those dead seemed ...
The Chinese Nightingale (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky. He bites it, day by day, Until there's but a rim of scraps That ...
How a Little Girl Sang (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Ah, she was music in herself, A symphony of joyousness. She sang, she sang from finger tips, From every tremble ...
Foreign Missions in Battle Array (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
An endless line of splendor, These troops with heaven for home, With creeds they go from Scotland, With incense go ...
Niagara (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important ...
Above the Battle’s Front (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
St. Francis, Buddha, Tolstoi, and St. John - Friends, if you four, as pilgrims, hand in hand, Returned, the hate ...
Look You, I’ll Go Pray (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Look you, I'll go pray, My shame is crying, My soul is gray and faint, My faith is dying. Look ...
The Hearth Eternal (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
A Sense of Humor (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
NO man should stand before the moon To make sweet song thereon, With dandified importance, His sense of humor gone. ...
To Gloriana (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
GIRL with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And ...
Sunshine (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
FOR A VERY LITTLE GIRL, NOT A YEAR OLD. CATHARINE FRAZEE WAKEFIELD. The sun gives not directly The coal, the ...
The Firemen’s Ball (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
(What Grandpa told the Children) The moon? It is a griffin's egg, Hatching to-morrow night. And how the little boys ...
The Proud Farmer (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Into the acres of the newborn state He poured his strength, ...
Lincoln (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all, That which is gendered in the wilderness From lonely prairies and ...
The Trap (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
She was taught desire in the street, Not at the angels' feet. By the good no word was said Of ...
Where Is David, the Next King of Israel? (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Where is David? . . . O God's people, Saul has passed, the good and great. Mourn for Saul the ...
The Amaranth (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and ...
What the Sexton Said (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Your dust will be upon the wind Within some certain years, Though you be sealed in lead to-day Amid the ...
The Rose of Midnight (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
THE moon is now an opening flower, The sky a cliff of blue. The moon is now a silver rose; ...
The Moon is a Painter (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
He coveted her portrait. He toiled as she grew gay. She loved to see him labor In that devoted way. ...
Star of My Heart (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Star of my heart, I follow from afar. Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, Where Time is ...
The Leaden-Eyed (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Let not young souls be smothered out before They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. It is the ...
The Angel and the Clown (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I saw wild domes and bowers And smoking incense towers And mad exotic flowers In Illinois. Where ragged ditches ran ...