Vachel Lindsay

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

Vachel Lindsay Poems

1. Friends, I Will Not Cease 3/10/2015
2. The Voyage 3/23/2015
3. Honor Among Scamps 1/3/2003
4. John Bunny, Motion Picture Comedian 4/10/2010
5. Genesis 1/3/2003
6. How Samson Bore Away The Gates Of Gaza 1/3/2003
7. Edwin Booth 4/10/2010
8. How I Walked Alone In The Jungles Of Heaven 1/3/2003
9. I Heard Immanuel Singing 1/3/2003
10. God Send The Regicide 4/10/2010
11. The Modest Jazz-Bird 4/10/2010
12. Epilogue 1/3/2003
13. The Proud Farmer 1/3/2003
14. Incense 1/3/2003
15. On Suddenly Receiving A Curl Long Refused 4/10/2010
16. The Raft 1/3/2003
17. Foreign Missions In Battle Array 1/3/2003
18. Our Guardian Angels And Their Children 1/3/2003
19. The Wizard In The Street 1/3/2003
20. On Receiving One Of Gloriana’s Letters 4/10/2010
21. Who Knows? 1/3/2003
22. A Colloquial Reply: To Any Newsboy 4/10/2010
23. The Rhymer’s Reply. Incense And Splendor 4/10/2010
24. The Queen Of Bubbles 1/3/2003
25. Once More—to Gloriana 4/10/2010
26. To The United States Senate 1/3/2003
27. Kalamazoo 4/10/2010
28. Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress 1/3/2003
29. Here's To The Mice! 1/3/2003
30. What The Forester Said 4/10/2010
31. The Alchemist's Petition 1/3/2003
32. The Bankrupt Peace-Maker 1/3/2003
33. On Reading Omar Khayyam 1/3/2003
34. Galahad, Knight Who Perished 1/3/2003
35. Epitaphs For Two Players 1/3/2003
36. Where Is The Real Non-Resistant 1/3/2003
37. What The Hyena Said 4/10/2010
38. The Doll Upon The Topmost Bough 4/10/2010
39. What The Sexton Said 1/3/2003
40. Speak Now For Peace 4/10/2010

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Best Poem of Vachel Lindsay

The Congo: A Study Of The Negro Race


Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,
A deep rolling bass.
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, BOOM,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom,
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM.
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision.
I could not turn from their revel in derision.
More deliberate. Solemnly ...

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Ghosts In Love

"Tell me, where do ghosts in love
Find their bridal veils?"

"If you and I were ghosts in love
We'd climb the cliffs of Mystery,
Above the sea of Wails.
I'd trim your gray and streaming hair
With veils of Fantasy
From the tree of Memory.
'Tis there the ghosts that fall in love
Find their bridal veils."

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