Isaiah Beethoven (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
They told me I had three months to live, So I crept to Bernadotte, And sat by the mill for ...
They told me I had three months to live, So I crept to Bernadotte, And sat by the mill for ...
Passer-by, sin beyond any sin Is the sin of blindness of souls to other souls. And joy beyond any joy ...
She took my strength by the minutes, She took my life by hours, She drained me like a fevered moon ...
Dust of my dust, And dust with my dust, O, child who died as you entered the world, Dead with ...
We stand about this place -- we, the memories; And shade our eyes because we dread to read: "June 17th, ...
In a lingering fever many visions come to you: I was in the little house again With its great yard ...
As to democracy, fellow citizens, Are you not prepared to admit That I, who inherited riches and was to the ...
Not "a youth with hoary head and haggard eye," But an old man with a smooth skin And black hair! ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
Have you seen walking through the village A man with downcast eyes and haggard face? That is my husband who, ...
What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and ...
I was the milliner Talked about, lied about, Mother of Dora, Whose strange disappearance Was charged to her rearing. My ...
Why did you bruise me with your rough places If you did not want me to tell you about them? ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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