Vachel Lindsay - Black Quotes

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Except the Christ be born again tonight
In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame,
The world will never see his kingdom bright.
Stars of all hearts, lead onward thro' the night
Past death-black deserts, doubts without a name,
Past hills of pain and mountains of new sin
To that far sky where mystic births begin,
Where dreaming ears the angel-song shall win.

Vachel Lindsay

Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings; with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom.

Vachel Lindsay

A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl Make him the quaint great figure that men love, The prairie-lawyer, master of us all.

Vachel Lindsay

Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,
Cutting through the forest with a golden track.

Vachel Lindsay