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Vachel Lindsay Poems

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by Lindsay, Vachel
 A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. 

The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the cause of war in all ages. It shows how...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
 [In memory of E. S. Frazee, Rush County, Indiana]

Into the acres of the newborn state 
He poured his strength, and plowed his ancient name, 
And, when the traders followed...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel

(Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.)

Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer,
Whose eyes have not looked on the feasts that are vain.
I know a dancer,...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
 I saw wild domes and bowers 
And smoking incense towers 
And mad exotic flowers 
In Illinois. 
Where ragged ditches ran 
Now springs of Heaven began 
Celestial drink for man...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
 A Song in Chinese Tapestries

"How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said,
"San Francisco sleeps as the dead—
Ended license, lust and play:
Why do you iron the night away?
Your big clock...Read More

by Ginsberg, Allen
 Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot
welcoming me to the land of dream
Sofas couches fog in England
Tea in his digs Chelsea rainbows
curtains on his windows, fog seeping in
the chimney...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel

I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on:
Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you till life is gone.
Knowing you love your freedom dear, as I...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel

Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, 
A deep rolling bass.
Pounded on the table,
Beat an...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
 [How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood and disposition]

The Old Horse in the City

The moon's a...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
 Though I have watched so many mourners weep
O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep—
Those dead seemed but the shadows of my days
That passed and left me in...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
 A chant for a children's pantomime dance, suggested by a picture painted by George Mather Richards.

I saw a proud, mysterious cat,
I saw a proud, mysterious cat
Too proud to catch...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
 Once I loved a fairy, 
Queen Mab it was. Her voice 
Was like a little Fountain 
That bids the birds rejoice. 
Her face was wise and solemn, 
Her hair...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
 [Concerning O. Henry (Sidney Porter)]

"He could not forget that he was a Sidney."

Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this loud clown, 
The darling of the glad and gaping town? 

This...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel

Galahad . . . soldier that perished . . . ages ago,
Our hearts are breaking...Read More

by Lindsay, Vachel
 This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung to the tune of Yankee Doodle, yet in a...Read More