Poems by Vachel Lindsay
The Drunkard's Funeral
... Let him learn how to plough, let him learn to chop wood, ...
On the Road to Nowhere
... .. They press on, singing, sowing ...
A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People
... Mine own, mine own, blood of my blood be with me, ...
Aladdin and the Jinn
... When the sphere seems to rest on the mountains, ...
How a Little Girl Sang
... She sang, she sang from finger tips, ...
The Proud Farmer
... For forty years he preached and plowed and wrought ...
The Wizard in the Street
... A trick, well learned, with patience, thro' the years ...
How Samson Bore Away the Gates of Gaza
... The Nazarite.The air was black, like the smoke of a dragon ...
When Bryan Speaks
... Who make world-brotherhood their choice ...
Incense
... Gather the praying millions to its side, And flow past halls with statues in white stone ...
Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket
... Man is a curious brute he pets his fancies ...
Caught in a Net
... I pray So far from her to-night ...
Our Guardian Angels and Their Children
... Alone, with hope aflame:Amid the demon deeps had wound ...
Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress
... All but the artist hid away:"Kin to the myriad artist clan ...
How I Walked Alone in the Jungles of Heaven
... Oh strange and shaking thoughts that touched me there, ...
