Vachel Lindsay

(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

The Horrid Voice Of Science - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

'There's machinery in the butterfly;
There's a mainspring to the bee;
There's hydraulics to a daisy,
And contraptions to a tree.

'If we could see the birdie
That makes the chirping sound
With x-ray, scientific eyes,
We could see the wheels go round.'

And I hope all men
Who think like this
Will soon lie
Underground.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010



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