Vachel Lindsay Poems

  • 151.  
    Written for Lorado Taft's Statue of Black Hawk at Oregon, Illinois

  • 152.  
    Kiss me and comfort my heart
    Maiden honest and fine.I am the pilgrim boy
  • 153.  
    “What Mister Moon Said to Me.”

  • 154.  
    I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room.
    The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom.His web feet left dreadful slime tracks on the floor.
  • 155.  
    I saw wild domes and bowers
    And smoking incense towersAnd mad exotic flowers
  • 156.  
    Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . .
    Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and yawnsAnd the tremendous Amaranth descends
  • 157.  
    Thou wilt not sentence to eternal life
    My soul that prays that it may sleep and sleepLike a white statue dropped into the deep,
  • 158.  
    We had done naught of service
    To win our Maker's praise.Yet Sweetheart Winter came to us
  • 159.  
    We prayed not, yet she came to us,
    The silken, shining one,On Jacob's noble ladder
  • 160.  
    Our Sweetheart, Spring, came softly,
    Her gliding hands were fire,Her lilac breath upon our cheeks
  • 161.  
    The woods were black and crimson,
    The frost-bit flowers were dead,But Sweetheart Indian Summer came
  • 162.  
    We are happy all the time
    Even when we fight:Sweet briars of the stairways,
  • 163.  
    For a Very Little Girl, Not a Year Old.
    Catharine Frazee Wakefield.
  • 164.  
    Star of my heart, I follow from afar.
    Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,Where Time is not, and only dreamers are.
  • 165.  
    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;
  • 166.  
    In this, the City of my Discontent,
    Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass,“Romance, Romance-is here. No Hindu town
  • 167.  
    Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen,
    Stand now for peace, (though anger breaks your heart),Though naught but smoke and flame and drowning is seen.
  • 168.  
    A Negro Sermon.
    (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.)
  • 169.  
    Would that in body and spirit Shakespeare came
    Visible emperor of the deeds of Time,With Justice still the genius of his rhyme,
  • 170.  
    Once I loved a fairy,
    Queen Mab it was. Her voiceWas like a little Fountain
  • 171.  
    No man should stand before the moon
    To make sweet song thereon,With dandified importance,
  • 172.  
    Where does Cinderella sleep?
    By far-off day-dream river.A secret place her burning Prince
  • 173.  
    (Note:- Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.)

  • 174.  
    Where a river roars in rapids
    And doves in maples fret,Where peace has decked the pastures
  • 175.  
    Girl with the burning golden eyes,
    And red-bird song, and snowy throat:I bring you gold and silver moons
  • 176.  
    On the road to nowhere
    What wild oats did you sowWhen you left your father's house
  • 177.  
    Oh, once I walked a garden
    In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass.And many orange-trees grew there
  • 178.  
    Let not our town be large, remembering
    That little Athens was the Muses' home,That Oxford rules the heart of London still,
  • 179.  
    Oh, saucy gold circle of fairyland silk-
    Impudent, intimate, delicate treasure:A noose for my heart and a ring for my finger:-
  • 180.  
    Your pen needs but a ruffle
    To be Pavlova whirling.It surely is a scalawag
  • 181.  
    [During an anti-saloon campaign, in central Illinois.]

  • 182.  

  • 183.  
    My lady in her white silk shawl
    Is like a lily dim,Within the twilight of the room
  • 184.  
    Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul
    Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stoneAnd Night and Day revealed, whose arm alone
  • 185.  
    When Yankee soldiers reach the barricade
    Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade.
  • 186.  
    In “Man's Genesis”, “The Wild Girl of the Sierras”, “The Wharf Rat”,
    “A Girl of the Paris Streets”, etc.
  • 187.  
    True Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance
    In stones of Forbearance and mortar of Pain.The workman lays wearily granite on granite,
  • 188.  
    Look you, I'll go pray,
    My shame is crying,My soul is gray and faint,
  • 189.  
    Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all,
    That which is gendered in the wildernessFrom lonely prairies and God's tenderness.
  • 190.  
    (A Poem Game.)

  • 191.  
    [Written while a field-worker in the Anti-Saloon League of Illinois.]

  • 192.  
    In which he is remembered in similitude, by reference to Yorick,
    the king's jester, who died when Hamlet and Ophelia were children.
  • 193.  
    (To be sung by a leader and chorus, the leader singing
    the body of the poem, while the chorus interrupts withthe question.)
  • 194.  
    Think not that incense-smoke has had its day.
    My friends, the incense-time has but begun.Creed upon creed, cult upon cult shall bloom,
  • 195.  
    After having read a Great Deal of Good Current Poetry
    in the Magazines and Newspapers
  • 196.  
    The gleaming head of one fine friend
    Is bent above my little song,So through the treasure-pits of Heaven
  • 197.  
    The angels guide him now,
    And watch his curly head,And lead him in their games,
  • 198.  
    I went down into the desert
    To meet Elijah-Arisen from the dead.
  • 199.  
    (The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart
    in Heaven.)
  • 200.  
    (A Negro Sermon.)

Total 241 poems written by Vachel Lindsay

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