Vachel Lindsay

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

Vachel Lindsay Poems

1. A Colloquial Reply: To Any Newsboy 4/10/2010
2. A Curse For Kings 1/3/2003
3. A Dirge For A Righteous Kitten 1/3/2003
4. A Net To Snare The Moonlight 1/3/2003
5. A Prayer To All The Dead Among Mine Own People 1/3/2003
6. A Rhyme About An Electrical Advertising Sign 1/3/2003
7. A Sense Of Humor 1/3/2003
8. Above The Battle's Front 1/3/2003
9. Abraham Lincoln Walks At Midnight 1/3/2003
10. Aladdin And The Jinn 1/3/2003
11. Alone In The Wind, On The Prairie 1/3/2003
12. An Apology For The Bottle Volcanic 1/3/2003
13. An Argument 1/3/2003
14. An Indian Summer Day On The Prairie 1/3/2003
15. At Mass 1/3/2003
16. Beyond The Moon 1/3/2003
17. Blanche Sweet 1/3/2003
18. Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan 11/15/2011
19. Buddha 1/3/2003
20. By The Spring, At Sunset 1/3/2003
21. Caught In A Net 1/3/2003
22. Concerning Emperors 1/3/2003
23. Crickets On A Strike 4/10/2010
24. Darling Daughter Of Babylon 1/3/2003
25. Davy Jones' Door-Bell 4/10/2010
26. Drying Their Wings 1/3/2003
27. Eden In Winter 1/3/2003
28. Edwin Booth 4/10/2010
29. Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1/3/2003
30. Epilogue 1/3/2003
31. Epitaphs For Two Players 1/3/2003
32. Euclid 1/3/2003
33. Factory Windows Are Always Broken 1/3/2003
34. Foreign Missions In Battle Array 1/3/2003
35. Friends, I Will Not Cease 3/10/2015
36. Galahad, Knight Who Perished 1/3/2003
37. General William Booth Enters Into Heaven 1/3/2003
38. Genesis 1/3/2003
39. Ghosts In Love 1/3/2003
40. God Send The Regicide 4/10/2010

Comments about Vachel Lindsay

  • James Horn, Poet (5/2/2018 7:02:00 AM)

    Very impressive. He, Robert Frost, Ogden Nash and Will rogers are my inspiration.

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  • Peter Harter (6/10/2007 4:50:00 PM)

    if anyone knows where to get CD recordings of Vachel Lindsay reading email me:

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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