Vachel Lindsay

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

Vachel Lindsay Poems

41. To Mary Pickford 1/3/2003
42. To Jane Addams At The Hague 1/3/2003
43. Kalamazoo 4/10/2010
44. To Reformers In Despair 1/3/2003
45. God Send The Regicide 4/10/2010
46. Michaelangelo 1/3/2003
47. When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich 1/3/2003
48. Sweet Briars Of The Stairways 1/3/2003
49. To Gloriana 1/3/2003
50. Epilogue 1/3/2003
51. What The Scare-Crow Said 4/10/2010
52. Rhymes For Gloriana 1/3/2003
53. Prologue To Rhymes To Be Traded For Bread 1/3/2003
54. The Amaranth 1/3/2003
55. Foreign Missions In Battle Array 1/3/2003
56. What The Coal-Heaver Said 1/3/2003
57. The Scissors-Grinder 1/3/2003
58. Parvenu 4/10/2010
59. The Sorceress! 1/3/2003
60. The Black Hawk War Of The Artists 1/3/2003
61. To Lady Jane 1/3/2003
62. Tolstoi Is Plowing Yet 4/10/2010
63. The Knight In Disguise 1/3/2003
64. What Semiramis Said 1/3/2003
65. Upon Returning To The Country Road 1/3/2003
66. The Spice-Tree 1/3/2003
67. Titian 1/3/2003
68. The Golden Whales Of California 4/10/2010
69. The Jingo And The Minstrel 1/3/2003
70. A Colloquial Reply: To Any Newsboy 4/10/2010
71. Popcorn, Glass Balls, And Cranberries 1/3/2003
72. King Arthur's Men Have Come Again 1/3/2003
73. Two Easter Stanzas 4/10/2010
74. The Gamblers 1/3/2003
75. The Cornfields 1/3/2003
76. Sweethearts Of The Year 1/3/2003
77. Here's To The Mice! 1/3/2003
78. The Fairy Bridal-Hymn 1/3/2003
79. The Encyclopaedia 1/3/2003
80. The Dreamer 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.
    www.poetrysoup.com

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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:

    palamambron4@yahoo.com

Best Poem of Vachel Lindsay

The Congo: A Study Of The Negro Race

I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY

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.
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,
More deliberate. Solemnly ...

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On The Garden Wall

Oh, once I walked a garden
In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass.
And many orange-trees grew there
In sand as white as glass.
The curving, wide wall-border
Was marble, like the snow.
I walked that wall a fairy-prince
And, pacing quaint and slow,
Beside me were my pages,

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