I Went down into the Desert

    I went down into the desert
    To meet Elijah -
    Arisen from the dead.
    I thought to find him in an echoing cave;
    For so my dream had said.

    I went down into the desert
    To meet John the Baptist.
    I walked with feet that bled,
    Seeking that prophet lean and brown and bold.
    I spied foul fiends instead.

    I went down into the desert
    To meet my God.
    By him be comforted.
    I went down into the desert
    To meet my God.
    And I met the devil in red.

    I went down into the desert
    To meet my God.
    O, Lord my God, awaken from the dead!
    I see you there, your thorn-crown on the ground,
    I see you there, half-buried in the sand.
    I see you there, your white bones glistening, bare,
    The carrion-birds a-wheeling round your head.

Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay was an American poet known for his innovative performances of his poetry, which combined spoken word with music and theatrics. Born in Springfield, Illinois, Lindsay's work often revolved around American history and culture, reflecting his progressive social views. He played a significant role in the early 20th-century American poetry scene, influencing contemporaries and later poets with his dynamic style and passionate delivery.

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Heart of God

    O great heart of God,
    Once vague and lost to me,
    Why do I throb with your throb to-night,
    In this land, eternity?

    O little heart of God,
    Sweet intruding stranger,
    You are laughing in my human breast,
    A Christ-child in a manger.

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    Wild thundering heart of God
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The Scissors-grinder

    The old man had his box and wheel
    For grinding knives and shears.
    No doubt his bell in village streets
    Was joy to children's ears.
    And I bethought me of my youth
    When such men came around,
    And times I asked them in, quite sure
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    The old man turned and spoke to me,
    His face at last in view.
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    "The moon is but an emery-wheel
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At Mass

    No doubt to-morrow I will hide
    My face from you, my King.
    Let me rejoice this Sunday noon,
    And kneel while gray priests sing.

    It is not wisdom to forget.
    But since it is my fate
    Fill thou my soul with hidden wine
    To make this white hour great.

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    I am your son I know.
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Look You, I'll Go Pray

    Look you, I'll go pray,
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The Lost Soul

    Look! look there!
Send your eyes across the gray
By my finger-point away
Through the vaporous, fumy air.
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Beyond the dark, the dawning day?
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Something like a ruined heap
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Down all the grades through which they rose
Up to harmonious life and law's repose,
Back, slow, to the awful deep
Of nothingness, mere being's lack:
On its surface, lone and bare,
Shapeless as a dumb despair,
Formless, nameless, something lies:
Can the vision in your eyes
Its idea recognize?

    'Tis a poor lost soul, alack!--
Half he lived some ages back;
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