It is portentous, and a thing of state …
Vachel Lindsay
No doubt to-morrow I will hide …
Any sky-bird sings, …
[BASS DRUM BEATEN LOUDLY] …
I …
Once, in the city of Kalamazoo, …
Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all, …
Sleep softly . . . eagle forgotten . . . under the stone. …
"There's machinery in the butterfly; …
There was a little turtle. …
Once I loved a spider …
I would be one with the dark, dark earth:— …
Two old crows sat on a fence rail. …
The Moon's a little prairie-dog. …
Your dust will be upon the wind …
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. …