Paul McNeely (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane! How you stole in the room (where I lay so ill) In your nurse's cap ...
Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane! How you stole in the room (where I lay so ill) In your nurse's cap ...
I was the laughing-stock of the village, Chiefly of the people of good sense, as they call themselves -- Also ...
It never came into my mind Until I was ready to die That Jenny had loved me to death, with ...
It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled With new-fallen frost. It was midnight and not a soul abroad. Out of ...
Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown Who lies here with no stone to mark the place. ...
After you have enriched your soul To the highest point, With books, thought, suffering, the understanding of many personalities, The ...
Toward the last The truth of others was untruth to me; The justice of others injustice to me; Their reasons ...
"What will you do when you come to die, If all your life long you have rejected Jesus, And know ...
I would have been as great as George Eliot But for an untoward fate. For look at the photograph of ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, And I was tarred and feathered, For publishing this on the ...
Reverend Wiley advised me not to divorce him For the sake of the children, And Judge Somers advised him the ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Ye young debaters over the doctrine Of the soul's immortality I who lie here was the village atheist, Talkative, contentious, ...
Both for the country and for the man, And for a country as well as a man, 'Tis better to ...
At first you will know not what they mean, And you may never know, And we may never tell you: ...
I loathed you, Spoon River. I tried to rise above you, I was ashamed of you. I despised you As ...
My mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew. In youth my mind was ...
Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions Eaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain -- Almost as if ...
There is something about Death Like love itself! If with some one with whom you have known passion, And the ...
They told me I had three months to live, So I crept to Bernadotte, And sat by the mill for ...
Very well, you liberals, And navigators into realms intellectual, You sailors through heights imaginative, Blown about by erratic currents, tumbling ...
Why was I not devoured by self-contempt, And rotted down by indifference And impotent revolt like Indignation Jones? Why, with ...
A step-mother drove me from home, embittering me. A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue. For years I ...
Passer-by, To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one. When the beloved one ...
Well, Emily Sparks, your prayers were not wasted, Your love was not all in vain. I owe whatever I was ...
Passer-by, sin beyond any sin Is the sin of blindness of souls to other souls. And joy beyond any joy ...
Not "a youth with hoary head and haggard eye," But an old man with a smooth skin And black hair! ...
If a man could bite the giant hand That catchs and destroys him, As I was bitten by a rat ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when it ...
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