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Vachel Lindsay Poems
- The King Of Yellow Butterflies (a Poem Game.)
The King of Yellow Butterflies,
The King of Yellow Butterflies,
The King of Yellow Butterflies,
Now orders forth his men. ... - The Indian Girl Who Made Them (comes After: The Tree Of Laughing Bells, Or The Wings Of The Morning)
These, the Wings of the Morning,
An Indian Maiden wove,
Intertwining subtilely
Wands from a willow grove ... - The Potatoes' Dance (a Poem Game.)
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"Down cellar," said the cricket,
"Down cellar," said the cricket, ... - Rhymes For Gloriana - I. The Doll Upon The Topmost Bough
This doll upon the topmost bough,
This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress,
Was taken down and brought to me
One sleety night most comfortless. ... - The Indian Girl Tells The Hero Where To Go To Get The Laughing Bell
"To the farthest star of all,
Go, make a moment's raid.
To the west - escape the earth
Before your pennons fade! ...
Top 10 most used topics by Vachel Lindsay
White 76 Night 75 Sweet 58 Soul 57 Heart 55 Love 54 I Love You 54 God 50 Earth 50 Moon 49Vachel Lindsay Quotes
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- Cavusogluedila1: you are the sunrise, if a star could rise instead of the sun. you are the moonlight, if it's a star instead of the moon. you are spring if a face can bloom, instead of apple branches. you are my love, if your heart is kind now like young eyes. vachel lindsay (1879-1931, usa)
- Rbrookhiser: vachel lindsay refers to it, queasily (a bit for him, more for his readers) in the opening of bryan bryan bryan bryan.
- Goner2day: while the monster shadows glower and creep, what can be better for man than sleep? and i see green trees and fluttering wings, and my deathless bird from shanghai sings. the walls fell back, night was aflower -vachel lindsay
- Goner2day: vachel lindsay here's to the scurrying, timid mice through whom the proud cause dies. here's to the seeming accident when all is planned and working, all the flywheels turning, not a vassal shirking.
- Goner2day: vachel lindsay 1879–1931 the leaden-eyed let not young souls be smothered out before they do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. it is the world's one crime its babes grow dull, its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed.
