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Man is a torch, then ashes soon,
May and June, then dead December,
Dead December, then again June.
Who shall end my dream's confusion?
Life is a loom, weaving illusion.

— Vachel Lindsay The Chinese Nightingale, and Other Poems (1919)

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I think that my first poetic impulse is for music; second a definite conception with the ring of the universe; third clearness of exposition.

A Poet in America (1935)

The fact that you can write verse is in itself a certificate that you can write prose.

What It Means to Be a Poet in America (1926)

Booth died blind and still by faith he trod,
Eyes still dazzled by the ways of God.

General William Booth Enters into Heaven, and Other Poems (1913)

A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black,
A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl
Make him the quaint great figure that men love,
The prairie-lawyer, master of us all.

The Congo, and Other Poems (1914)

Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,
Cutting through the forest with a golden track.

The Congo, and Other Poems (1914)

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