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EncyclopediaLindsay, VachelLindsay, Vachel (Nicholas Vachel Lindsay) (vā'chul lin'zē) [key], 1879–1931, American poet, b. Springfield, Ill., studied at Hiram College, the Art Institute of Chicago, and the New York School of Art. Lindsay made tours selling his poems and drawings, living as a modern-day troubadour. He was particularly effective when reading his own poems. His poetry at its best is virile and strong. It has a fine spoken music, often enhanced by jazz rhythms. Volumes of his poetry include General William Booth Enters into Heaven (1913), The Congo (1914), The Chinese Nightingale (1917), and Collected Poems (1938). Lindsay was plagued by poverty and illness in his later years, and the quality of his poetry declined. See his autobiographical Adventures While Preaching the Gospel of Beauty (1914) and A Handy Guide for Beggars (1916); his letters (ed. by A. J. Armstrong, 1940); biographies by E. L. Masters (1935, repr. 1969) and M. Harris (1975); studies by J. T. Flanagan, comp. (1970) and A. Massa (1970). The Columbia Electronic Encyclopedia, 6th ed. Copyright © 2007, Columbia University Press. All rights reserved. More on Vachel Lindsay from Infoplease:
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- Nicholas Vachel Lindsay: The Dreamer - "Why do you seek the sun, In your Bubble-Crown ascending? Your chariot will melt to mist, Your crown will have an ending." "Nay, sun is but a Bubble,
- Vachel Lindsay: The Flower of Mending - When Dragon-fly would fix his wings, When Snail would patch his house, When moths have marred the overcoat Of tender Mister Mouse,
- Vachel Lindsay: The Chinese Nightingale - "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead — Ended license, lust and play: Why do you iron the night away? Your bi
- Nicholas Vachel Lindsay: The Eagle that is forgotten - Sleep softly … eagle forgotten … under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has its own. "We have buried him now," thought your fo
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