The Spooniad (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Beyond the gates of Hercules The seven builders took the stone, Spurned everywhere in days of ease, Long lying loose ...
Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye -- Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears-- ...
They first charged me with disorderly conduct,There being no statute on blasphemy.Later they locked me up as insaneWhere I was ...
You would not believe, would youThat I came from good Welsh stock?That I was purer blooded than the white trash ...
What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and ...
Why was I not devoured by self-contempt,And rotted down by indifferenceAnd impotent revolt like Indignation Jones?Why, with all of my ...
I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams,And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness.And I couldn't remember ...
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 ...
I am Minerva, the village poetess,Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the streetFor my heavy body, cock-eye, and ...
I wanted to go away to college But rich Aunt Persis wouldn't help me. So I made gardens and raked ...
Once in a while a curious weed unknown to me, Needing a name from my books; Once in a while ...
They first charged me with disorderly conduct, There being no statute on blasphemy. Later they locked me up as insane ...
I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams, And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness. And I ...
I am Minerva, the village poetess, Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street For my heavy body, ...
What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and ...
You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock? That I was purer blooded than the ...
After you have enriched your soul To the highest point, With books, thought, suffering, the understanding of many personalities, The ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Why was I not devoured by self-contempt, And rotted down by indifference And impotent revolt like Indignation Jones? Why, with ...
Not character, not fortitude, not patience Were mine, the which the village thought I had In bearing with my wife, ...
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