Author: Vachel Lindsay

A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the […]

MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (On hearing she was leaving the moving-pictures for the stage.) Mary Pickford, doll divine, Year by year, and […]

[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood […]

A BROADSIDE DISTRIBUTED IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS Censers are swinging, Over the town; Censers are swinging, Look overhead! Censers are swinging, […]

I The angels guide him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The little boy […]

The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it […]

A Song in Chinese Tapestries “How, how,” he said. “Friend Chang,” I said, “San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended […]

Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God’s Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for […]

(To Edgar Lee Masters, with great respect) HERE upon the prarie Is our ancestral hall. Agate is the dome, Cornelian […]

I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut […]