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 ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when ...
Old pioneers, how fare your souls to-day? They seem to be Imminent about this pastoral way, This sunny lea, The ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked,And I was tarred and feathered,For publishing this on the day the ...
What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and ...
Suppose it is nothing but the hive:That there are drones and workersAnd queens, and nothing but storing honey —(Material things ...
I said when they handed me my diploma,I said to myself I will be goodAnd wise and brave and helpful ...
My mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew. In youth my mind was ...
Not "a youth with hoary head and haggard eye,"But an old man with a smooth skinAnd black hair!I had the ...
This is Darrow, Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart, And his drawl, and his infinite paradox And his sadness, ...
In youth my wings were strong and tireless,But I did not know the mountains.In age I knew the mountainsBut my ...
Do you remember, O Delphic Apollo, The sunset hour by the river, when Mickey M'Grew Cried, "There's a ghost," and ...
This I saw with my own eyes: A cliff-swallow Made her nest in a hole of the high clay-bank There ...
I spent my money trying to elect you Mayor A. D. Blood. I lavished my admiration upon you, You were ...
In the last spring I ever knew, In those last days, I sat in the forsaken orchard Where beyond fields ...
I would I had thrust my hands of flesh Into the disk-flowers bee-infested, Into the mirror-like core of fire Of ...
I tried to win the nomination For president of the County-board And I made speeches all over the County Denouncing ...
What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, And I was tarred and feathered, For publishing this on the ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when it ...
In youth my wings were strong and tireless, But I did not know the mountains. In age I knew the ...
I said when they handed me my diploma, I said to myself I will be good And wise and brave ...
This is Darrow, Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart, And his drawl, and his infinite paradox And his sadness, ...
My mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew. In youth my mind was ...
Suppose it is nothing but the hive: That there are drones and workers And queens, and nothing but storing honey ...
Not "a youth with hoary head and haggard eye," But an old man with a smooth skin And black hair! ...
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