The Scissors-Grinder
July 6, 2023The Raft
July 6, 2023The Rose of Midnight
The moon is now an opening flower,
The sky a cliff of blue.
The moon is now a silver rose;
Her pollen is the dew.
Her pollen is the mist that swings
Across her face of dreams:
Her pollen is the April rain,
Filling the April streams.
Her pollen is eternal life,
Endless ambrosial foam.
It feeds the swarming stars and fills
Their hearts with honeycomb.
The earth is but a passion-flower
With blood upon his crown.
And what shall fill his failing veins
And lift his head, bowed down?
This cup of peace, this silver rose
Bending with fairy breath
Shall lift that passion-flower, the earth
A million times from Death!
Vachel Lindsay
Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931) was an American poet who often performed his work in public, accompanied by music or visual aids. He was known for his use of vernacular language and his interest in social and political issues. Some of his best-known works include "The Congo" and "General William Booth Enters into Heaven."