Epilogue (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ...
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ...
Because thou wast most delicate, A woman fair for men to see, The earth did compass thy estate, Thou didst ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when ...
Oh Lord, when all our bones are thrust Beyond the gaze of all but Thine; And these blaspheming tongues are ...
Almost the shell of a woman after the surgeon's knife!And almost a year to creep back into strength,Till the dawn ...
Grandmother! You who sang to green valleys,And passed to a sweet repose at ninety-six,Here is your little Rita at lastGrown ...
I wrote him a letter asking him for old times' sakeTo discharge my sick boy from the army;But maybe he ...
She took my strength by minutes, She took my life by hours, She drained me like a fevered moon That ...
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick, Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel— Faint iambics that the ...
When I died, the circulating libraryWhich I built up for Spoon River,And managed for the good of inquiring minds,Was sold ...
Have any of you, passers-by,Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort?Or a pain in the side that never ...
After you have enriched your soulTo the highest point,With books, thought, suffering, the understanding of many personalities,The power to interpret ...
Not character, not fortitude, not patienceWere mine, the which the village thought I hadIn bearing with my wife, while preaching ...
Toward the lastThe truth of others was untruth to me;The justice of others injustice to me;Their reasons for death, reasons ...
My mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew. In youth my mind was ...
On a mountain top above the cloudsThat streamed like a sea below meI said that peak is the thought of ...
This weeping willow!Why do you not plant a fewFor the millions of children not yet born,As well as for us?Are ...
If I could have lived another yearI could have finished my flying machine,And become rich and famous.Hence it is fitting ...
My mother was for woman's rights And my father was the rich miller at London Mills. I dreamed of the ...
The pine woods on the hill, And the farmhouse miles away, Showed clear as though behind a lens Under a ...
It never came into my mind Until I was ready to die That Jenny had loved me to death, with ...
I was not beloved of the villagers, But all because I spoke my mind, And met those who transgressed against ...
After a long day of work in my hot-houses Sleep was sweet, but if you sleep on your left side ...
I would I had thrust my hands of flesh Into the disk-flowers bee-infested, Into the mirror-like core of fire Of ...
Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis, And Doc Hill called it leucaemia -- But I know what brought me here: ...
As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours On the shore of the turbid Spoon With deep-set eye staring ...
Out of the lights and roar of cities, Drifting down like a spark in Spoon River, Burnt out with the ...
Who carved this shattered harp on my stone? I died to you, no doubt. But how many harps and pianos ...
How did you feel, you libertarians, Who spent your talents rallying noble reasons Around the saloon, as if Liberty Was ...
When Fort Sumter fell and the war came I cried out in bitterness of soul: "O glorious republic now no ...
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