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Edgar Lee Masters: Zilpha Marsh (Spoon River Anthology)

AT four o’clock in late October I sat alone in the country school-house Back from the road, mid stricken fields, And an eddy of wind blew leaves on the pane, And crooned in the flue of the cannon-stove, With its … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: Alfonso Churchill (Spoon River Anthology)

THEY laughed at me as “Prof. Moon,” As a boy in Spoon River, born with the thirst Of knowing about the stars. They jeered when I spoke of the lunar mountains, And the thrilling heat and cold, And the ebon … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: Julian Scott (Spoon River Anthology)

TOWARD the last The truth of others was untruth to me; The justice of others injustice to me; Their reasons for death, reasons with me for life; Their reasons for life, reasons with me for death; I would have killed … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: John Ballard and Lydia Humphrey (Spoon River Anthology)

John Ballard IN the lust of my strength I cursed God, but he paid no attention to me: I might as well have cursed the stars. In my last sickness I was in agony, but I was resolute And I … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: The Village Atheist

YE young debaters over the doctrine Of the soul’s immortality I who lie here was the village atheist, Talkative, contentious, versed in the arguments Of the infidels. But through a long sickness Coughing myself to death I read the Upanishads … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: Willie Pennington (Spoon River Anthology)

THEY called me the weakling, the simpleton, For my brothers were strong and beautiful, While I, the last child of parents who had aged, Inherited only their residue of power. But they, my brothers, were eaten up In the fury … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: Willie Metcalf (Spoon River Anthology)

I WAS Willie Metcalf. They used to call me “Doctor Meyers,” Because, they said, I looked like him. And he was my father, according to Jack McGuire. I lived in the livery stable, Sleeping on the floor Side by side … Continue reading

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