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Indignation Jones
© Edgar Lee Masters
You would not believe, would you
That I came from good Welsh stock?
That I was purer blooded than the white trash here?
And of more direct lineage than the New Englanders
Dippold the Optician
© Edgar Lee Masters
What do you see now?
Globes of red, yellow, purple.
Just a moment! And now?
My father and mother and sisters.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
© Edgar Lee Masters
My father who owned the wagon-shop
And grew rich shoeing horses
Sent me to the University of Montreal.
I learned nothing and returned home,
Constance Hately
© Edgar Lee Masters
You praise my self-sacrifice, Spoon River,
In rearing Irene and Mary,
Orphans of my older sister!
And you censure Irene and Mary
Fulfillment
© Madison Julius Cawein
Yes, there are some who may look on these
Essential peoples of the earth and air--
Sonnet VI.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
AH, many a time our memory slips aside
And leaves the round of present cares and joys,
To live again the time when we were boys;
To call our parents back with love and pride;
Gigolo
© Sylvia Plath
Pocket watch, I tick well.
The streets are lizardly crevices
Sheer-sided, with holes where to hide.
It is best to meet in a cul-de-sac,
That There Dog O' Mine
© Henry Lawson
Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at a wayside shanty, from which he had escaped with three fractured ribs, a cracked head, and various minor abrasions. His dog, Tally, had been a sober but savage participator in the drunken row, and had escaped with a broken leg.
Macquarie afterwards shouldered his swag and staggered and struggled along the track ten miles to the Union-Town Hospital. Lord knows how he did it. He didn't exactly know himself. Tally limped behind all the way on three legs. The doctors examined the man's injuries and were surprised at his endurance.
Yet a Little Sleep
© Robert Fuller Murray
Beside the drowsy streams that creep
Within this island of repose,
Oh, let us rest from cares and woes,
Oh, let us fold our hands to sleep!
John Hancock Otis
© Edgar Lee Masters
As to democracy, fellow citizens,
Are you not prepared to admit
That I, who inherited riches and was to the manor born,
Was second to none in Spoon River
The Two Trees
© William Butler Yeats
BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
Polyphemus
© Alfred Austin
ACIS ``You are brighter than either. I cannot descry you
From radiant ripple until I come nigh you.
I lose you, I find you, again you grow dimmer,
Till round me seems nothing but shadow and shimmer.
'Tis your golden-rayed ringlets that baffle and blind me.''
To A Southern Statesman
© John Greenleaf Whittier
IS this thy voice whose treble notes of fear
Wail in the wind? And dost thou shake to hear,
Thursos Landing
© Robinson Jeffers
In the night Reave dreamed that Helen
Lay with him in the deep grave, he awoke loathing her,
But when the weak moment between sleep and waking
Was past, his need of her and his judgment of her
Knew their suspended duel; and he heard her breathing,
Irregularly, gently in the dark.
Elliott Hawkins
© Edgar Lee Masters
I looked like Abraham Lincoln.
I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship,
But standing for the rights of property and for order.
A regular church attendant,
The Limit
© Franklin Pierce Adams
While I hold as superficial him who has his young initial
Neatly graven on his Turkish cigarette,
Melville And Coghill - The Place Of The Little Hand
© Andrew Lang
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Chords
© Madison Julius Cawein
When love delays, when love delays and Joy
Steals a strange shadow o'er the happy hills,
And Hope smiles from To-morrow, nor fulfills
One promise of To-day, thy sight would cloy
This soul with loved despair
By seeing thee so fair.
Captain Orlando Killion
© Edgar Lee Masters
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers,
You dauntless fledglings
Who pass by my headstone,
Mock not its record of my captaincy in the army
