Vachel Lindsay Poems

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
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[Written to the Most Beautiful Woman in the World]


M< Sweetheart is the TRUTH BEYOND THE MOON,
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The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
In the days of long ago,
Ranged where the locomotives sing
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This section is a Christmas tree:
Loaded with pretty toys for you.
Behold the blocks, the Noah's arks,
The popguns painted red and blue.
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(A Poem Game.)


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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
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A Song in Chinese Tapestries


"How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said,
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Old Euclid drew a circle
On a sand-beach long ago.
He bounded and enclosed it
With angles thus and so.
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True Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance
In stones of Forbearance and mortar of pain.
The workman lays wearily granite on granite,
And bleeds for his castle, 'mid sunshine and rain.
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Sometimes we remember kisses,
Remember the dear heart-leap when they came:
Not always, but sometimes we remember
The kindness, the dumbness, the good flame
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