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A Wreath Of Sonnets (12/14)
© France Preseren
Behold how weak and faded they appear!
They have no strength or beauty. Thus the pale
Untended roses in some lonely vale
Midst ruins their sparse heads with sadness rear.
Above the Battle's Front
© Vachel Lindsay
St. Francis, Buddha, Tolstoi, and St. John
Friends, if you four, as pilgrims, hand in hand,
Returned, the hate of earth once more to dare,
And walked upon the water and the land,
An Apology for the Bottle Volcanic
© Vachel Lindsay
Sometimes I dip my pen and find the bottle full of fire,
The salamanders flying forth I cannot but admire.
It's Etna, or Vesuvius, if those big things were small,
And then 'tis but itself again, and does not smoke at all.
A Song Of Summer Days
© Virna Sheard
As pearls slip off a silken string and fall into the sea,
These rounded summer days fall back into eternity.
A Lyrical Picture
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SEE! See!
How the shadows steal along,
Blending in a golden throng,
Softly, lovingly;
A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
© James Montgomery
A poor wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Alone in the Wind, on the Prairie
© Vachel Lindsay
I know a seraph who has golden eyes,
And hair of gold, and body like the snow.
Here in the wind I dream her unbound hair
Is blowing round me, that desire's sweet glow
A Net to Snare the Moonlight
© Vachel Lindsay
The dew, the rain and moonlight
All prove our Father's mind.
The dew, the rain and moonlight
Descend to bless mankind.
Aladdin and the Jinn
© Vachel Lindsay
"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin.
"This tailor-shop sings not at all.
Chant me a word of the twilight,
Of roses that mourn in the fall.
A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People
© Vachel Lindsay
Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven?
Are these your hands upon my wounded soul?
Mine own, mine own, blood of my blood be with me,
Fly by my path till you have made me whole!
An Argument
© Vachel Lindsay
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIASWe find your soft Utopias as white
As new-cut bread, and dull as life in cells,
O, scribes who dare forget how wild we are
How human breasts adore alarum bells.
Along The Way English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
As I walk along my way
I receive your touch
A Ballad
© James Whitcomb Riley
Crowd about me, little children--
Come and cluster 'round my knee
While I tell a little story
That happened once with me.
An Orchard Dance
© Norman Rowland Gale
All work is over at the farm
And men and maids are ripe for glee;
A Dirge for a Righteous Kitten
© Vachel Lindsay
To be intoned, all but the two italicized lines, which are to be spoken in a snappy, matter-of-fact way.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.
Here lies a kitten good, who kept
A kitten's proper place.
A Curse for Kings
© Vachel Lindsay
A curse upon each king who leads his state,
No matter what his plea, to this foul game,
And may it end his wicked dynasty,
And may he die in exile and black shame.
A Map of Verona
© Henry Reed
Quelle belle heure, quels bons bras
me rendront ces régions d'où mes
sommeils et mes moindres mouvements?
A Clear Night
© Karle Wilson Baker
I have worn this day as a fretting, ill-made garment,
Impatient to be rid of it.
And lo, as I drew it off over my shoulders
This jewel caught in my hair.
