Springfield Magical Poem by Vachel Lindsay

Springfield Magical

Rating: 2.8


In this, the City of my Discontent,
Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass,
"Romance, Romance — is here. No Hindu town
Is quite so strange. No Citadel of Brass
By Sinbad found, held half such love and hate;
No picture-palace in a picture-book
Such webs of Friendship, Beauty, Greed and Fate!"

In this, the City of my Discontent,
Down from the sky, up from the smoking deep
Wild legends new and old burn round my bed
While trees and grass and men are wrapped in sleep.
Angels come down, with Christmas in their hearts,
Gentle, whimsical, laughing, heaven-sent;
And, for a day, fair Peace have given me
In this, the City of my Discontent!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 15 December 2015

He weaves a lovely poem here and though magical I feel it contains as much truth as it does magic

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Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay

Springfield, Illinois
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