English Poetry. Vachel Lindsay. To Buddha. Вэчел Линдсей.

Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) To Buddha Awake again in Asia, Lord of Peace, Awake and preach, for her far swordsmen rise. And would they sheathe the sword before you, friend, Or scorn your way, while looking in your eyes? Good comrade and philosopher and prince, Thoughtful […]

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, […]