An Indian Summer Day On The Prairie Poem by Vachel Lindsay

An Indian Summer Day On The Prairie

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(IN THE BEGINNING)

The sun is a huntress young,
The sun is a red, red joy,
The sun is an indian girl,
Of the tribe of the Illinois.

(MID-MORNING)

The sun is a smouldering fire,
That creeps through the high gray plain,
And leaves not a bush of cloud
To blossom with flowers of rain.

(NOON)

The sun is a wounded deer,
That treads pale grass in the skies,
Shaking his golden horns,
Flashing his baleful eyes.

(SUNSET)

The sun is an eagle old,
There in the windless west.
Atop of the spirit-cliffs
He builds him a crimson nest.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
linsey 09 November 2017

Is this a lyric poem?

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Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay

Springfield, Illinois
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