A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven? Are these your hands upon my wounded soul? Mine own, mine own, ...
Vachel Lindsay Poems (169 Poems)
A Net to Snare the Moonlight (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The dew, the rain and moonlight All prove our Father's mind. The dew, the ...
My Lady in Her White Silk Shawl (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
My lady in her white silk shawl Is like a lily dim, Within the twilight of the room Enthroned and ...
An Apology for the Bottle Volcanic (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Sometimes I dip my pen and find the bottle full of fire, The salamanders flying forth I cannot but admire. ...
The Master of the Dance (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
On the Building of Springfield (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses' home, That Oxford rules the heart of ...
Euclid (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
OLD Euclid drew a circle On a sand-beach long ago. He bounded and enclosed it With angles thus and so. ...
Sweet Briars of the Stairways (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
We are happy all the time Even when we fight: Sweet briars of the stairways, Gay fairies of the grime; ...
The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Once I loved a spider When I was born a fly, A velvet-footed spider With a gown of rainbow-dye. She ...
Buddha (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Would that by Hindu magic we became Dark monks of jeweled India long ago, Sitting at Prince Siddartha's feet to ...
Aladdin and the Jinn (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin. "This tailor-shop sings not at all. Chant me a word of the twilight, Of ...
The Broncho That Would Not Be Broken (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...
Michaelangelo (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stone And Night and Day revealed, ...
In Praise of Songs that Die (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
AFTER HAVING READ A GREAT DEAL OF GOOD CURRENT POETRY IN THE MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPERS Ah, they are passing, passing ...
The Raft (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
What the Coal-Heaver Said (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The moon's an open furnace door Where all can see the blast, We shovel in our blackest griefs, Upon that ...
What the Ghost of the Gambler Said (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
WHERE now the huts are empty, Where never a camp-fire glows, In an abandoned cañon, A Gambler's Ghost arose. He ...
The Unpardonable Sin (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: - To speak of bloody power as right divine, And call on ...
By the Spring, at Sunset (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Sometimes we remember kisses, Remember the dear heart-leap when they came: Not always, but sometimes we remember The kindness, the ...
Queen Mab in the Village (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
The Sun Says His Prayers (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
"The sun says his prayers," said the fairy, Or else he would wither and die. "The sun says his prayers," ...
What the Rattlesnake Said (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The moon's a little prairie-dog. He shivers through the night. He sits upon his hill and cries For fear that ...
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 ...
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 ...