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

Read the full of The Congo: A Study Of The Negro Race

Heart Of God

O great heart of God,
Once vague and lost to me,
Why do I throb with your throb to-night,
In this land, eternity?

O little heart of God,
Sweet intruding stranger,
You are laughing in my human breast,
A Christ-child in a manger.

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