Poems by Vachel Lindsay
Where Is the Real Non-Resistant
... So heated with love of his kind, so filled with the spirit resplendent ...
The Bankrupt Peace-Maker
... Self-tortured, self-ruled, they build their powers high, ...
The Illinois Village
... This beauty calls for valiant song For men to carve these fairy-forms ...
I Heard Immanuel Singing
... (The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven ...
To Jane Addams at the Hague
... Though your voice may seem as a dove's in this howling flood, ...
On the Building of Springfield
... At night when sons of Life and Love are born, Born but to struggle, squalid and alone, ...
What the Coal-Heaver Said
... Our aching burdens, loves and fears ...
The Hearth Eternal
... Where marvellous thoughts from God came sweeping down ...
To Reformers in Despair
... 'Tis not too late to build our young land right, ...
What the Miner in the Desert Said
... If I could drain that keg, the flies ...
The Encyclopaedia
... And noble prints of old Japan, ...
When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich
... They wore girls' pink straw hats to church ...
The Voice Of The Man Impatient With Visions And Utopias
... Say that our clerks shall venture scorns and death, ...
A Colloquial Reply: To Any Newsboy
... ) Yet I chase the thing he stands for with a brickbat in my hand ...
Simon Legree
... And bloodhounds bold, with chains that would rattle ...
