April is National Poetry month. I share a poem written by an American poet, Nicholas Vachel Lindsay
My Lady Is Compared to a Young Tree – by Vachel Lindsay
When I see a young tree
In its white beginning,
With white leaves
And white buds
Barely tipped with green,
In the April weather,
In the weeping sunshine–
Then I see my lady,
My democratic queen,
Standing free and equal
With the youngest woodland sapling
Swaying, singing in the wind,
Delicate and white:
Soul so near to blossom,
Fragile, strong as death;
A kiss from far-off Eden,
A flash of Judgment’s trumpet–
Vachel Lindsay was born in Illinois in 1879 and died in 1931.
The second of six children and the only son, his parents wanted him to become a doctor like his father.
While studying at Hiram College in Ohio he was trained in oratory, a skill for which he would later become known throughout the United States and England.
Lindsay is considered the father of modern singing poetry.
His style of chanting verses helped keep appreciation for poetry as a spoken art alive in the American Midwest.
One of Lindsay’s most famous poems, the title piece in “‘The Congo’ and Other Poems“, has a rhythmic structure based on African-American speech rhythms and jazz.
Though Lindsay believed jazz was a decadent art form, he used it in his poems to faithfully relate the regional lore of the South.
He recited the poem in a variety of voices ranging from a loud, deep bass to a whisper.”
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