Vachel Lindsay

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

The Voyage - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

What is my mast ? A pen.
What are my sails ? Ten crescent moons.
What is my sea? A bottle of ink.
Where do I go? To heaven again.
What do I eat ? The amaranth flower,
While the winds through the jungles think old tunes.
I eat that flower with ivory spoons
While the winds through the jungles play old tunes;
The songs the angels used to sing
When heaven was not old autumn, but spring
The bold, old songs of heaven and spring.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about The Voyage by Vachel Lindsay

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (3/23/2015 1:58:00 AM)

    Please read it sheer beauty in my comment. Sorry for the inadvertent typo. (Report) Reply

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  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (3/23/2015 1:48:00 AM)

    Great. Loved it for its share beauty! (10) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 23, 2015

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