Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

Michaelangelo

Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul 
Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stone 
And Night and Day revealed, whose arm alone 
Could draw the face of God, the titan high 
Whose genius smote like lightning from the sky — 
And shall he mold like dead leaves in the grave? 
Nay he is in us! Let us dare and dare. 
God help us to be brave.

1. What the Miner in the Desert Said
2. At Mass
3. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
4. A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People
5. Incense

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