English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. Lincoln. Вэчел Линдсей.

Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

Lincoln

Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all, 
That which is gendered in the wilderness 
From lonely prairies and God’s tenderness. 
Imperial soul, star of a weedy stream, 
Born where the ghosts of buffaloes still dream, 
Whose spirit hoof-beats storm above his grave, 
Above that breast of earth and prairie-fire — 
Fire that freed the slave.

Vachel Lindsay’s other poems:

1. The Potatoes’ Dance
2. Our Mother Pocahontas
3. I Heard Immanuel Singing
4. When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich
5. The Tree of Laughing Bells

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

John Cheney (Джон Чини) Lincoln (“The hour was on us; where the man?”)

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Lincoln (“Yea, this is he, whose name is synonym”)

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