Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sat gossiping with Robert. (She was really a raving beauty in her day. With Mary Pickford curls in clouds and whirls.) She was trying to think of something nice to say, So she pointed to a page by her fellow star and sage, And said: ”I wish that I could write that way!”
Vachel Lindsay’s other poems:
- I Heard Immanuel Singing
- The Potatoes’ Dance
- Our Mother Pocahontas
- When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich
- Incense
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