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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! ...
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- Lamathealing: sara teasdale was courted by vachel lindsay. when he died in 1931, she wrote: in memory of vachel lindsay “deep in the ages”, you said, “deep in the ages,” and, “to live in mankind is far more than to live in a name.” you are deep in the ages, now, deep in the ages,
- Benrosenzweig2: louis filler in the antioch review in 1964 contrasting vachel lindsay's admirable attempt to live by exchanging poetry for food with the politics of the beats, who i guess criticised capitalism while still using iphones or something.
- Billioris: vachel lindsay he'd live on the road for hundreds of miles to see cannibal's headhunters dance in files with thigh bones he beat on a tin pan gong to "boomlay, boom" up king leopold's wrong (the delay of my last paycheck from gimbels incites "the lay of the lye-laced minstrel")
- Peterdamianent1: st francis of assisi - vachel lindsay would i might wake st. francis in you all, brother of birds and trees, god’s troubadour, blinded with weeping for the sad and poor; our wealth undone, all strict franciscan men, come, let us chant the...
- Ssbrockville: vachel lindsay (nov 10, 1879 – dec 5, 1931) was a founder of modern "singing poetry", as he called it, in which verses are sung or chanted rather than simply recited. books shown are in stock and signed.
