The sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an Indian girl, Of the tribe of the Illinois. The sun is a smouldering fire, That creeps through the high gray plain, And leaves… — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Not that they starve; but starve so dreamlessly, Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap, Not that they serve, but have no… — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
I think on death as the apparent end of the illusions that encompass us. They all have a sudden and unexpected end, that challenges… — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: - To speak of bloody power as right divine, And call on God to guard each… — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
Authors and uncaptured criminals are the only people free from routine. — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
How can we help students to understand that the tragedy of life is not death; the tragedy is to die with commitments undefined and… — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you. Mumbo . . . Jumbo . . . will . . . hoo-doo . . . you. — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
Never be a cynic, even a gentle one. Never help out a sneer, even at the devil. — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should… — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
