Vachel Lindsay

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

Vachel Lindsay Poems

41. Kalamazoo 4/10/2010
42. Speak Now For Peace 4/10/2010
43. To Reformers In Despair 1/3/2003
44. God Send The Regicide 4/10/2010
45. Michaelangelo 1/3/2003
46. When Bryan Speaks 1/3/2003
47. Sweet Briars Of The Stairways 1/3/2003
48. When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich 1/3/2003
49. To Gloriana 1/3/2003
50. Genesis 1/3/2003
51. Epilogue 1/3/2003
52. What The Scare-Crow Said 4/10/2010
53. Rhymes For Gloriana 1/3/2003
54. Prologue To Rhymes To Be Traded For Bread 1/3/2003
55. The Amaranth 1/3/2003
56. Foreign Missions In Battle Array 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 Dreamer 4/10/2010
80. In Memory Of A Child 1/3/2003

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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Michaelangelo

Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul
Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stone
And Night and Day revealed, whose arm alone
Could draw the face of God, the titan high
Whose genius smote like lightning from the sky —
And shall he mold like dead leaves in the grave?
Nay he is in us! Let us dare and dare.
God help us to be brave.

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