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Edgar Lee Masters: Blind Jack (Spoon River Anthology)

I HAD fiddled all day at the county fair. But driving home “Butch” Weldy and Jack McGuire, Who were roaring full, made me fiddle and fiddle To the song of Susie Skinner, while whipping the horses Till they ran away. … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: The Circuit Judge

TAKE note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions Eaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain— Almost as if an intangible Nemesis or hatred Were marking scores against me, But to destroy, and not preserve, my memory. I in life … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: William and Emily (Spoon River Anthology)

THERE is something about Death Like love itself! If with some one with whom you have known passion And the glow of youthful love, You also, after years of life Together, feel the sinking of the fire And thus fade away … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: A. D. Blood and Dora Williams and Mrs. Williams (Spoon River Anthology)

A. D. Blood IF YOU in the village think that my work was a good one, Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards, And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett, In many a crusade to purge … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: Griffy the Cooper (Spoon River Anthology)

THE cooper should know about tubs. But I learned about life as well, And you who loiter around these graves Think you know life. You think your eye sweeps about a wide horizon, perhaps, In truth you are only looking … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: Hon. Henry Bennett (Spoon River Anthology)

IT never came into my mind Until I was ready to die That Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart. For I was seventy, she was thirty-five, And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husband … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: George Gray (Spoon River Anthology)

I HAVE studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me— A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination But my life. For love was offered me and I … Continue reading

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