Poem by Vachel Lindsay

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sat gossiping with Robert.
(She was really a raving beauty in her day.
With Mary Pickford curls in clouds and whirls.)
She was trying to think of something nice to say,
So she pointed to a page by her fellow star and sage,
And said: ”I wish that I could write that way!”

1. What the Miner in the Desert Said
2. The King of Yellow Butterflies
3. A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People
4. Written for a Musician
5. Michaelangelo

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