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Edgar Lee Masters: Ernest Hyde and Roger Heston

ERNEST HYDE MY mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew. In youth my mind was just a mirror In a rapidly flying car, Which catches and loses bits of the landscape. Then in … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: Hod Putt (Spoon River Anthology)

Here I lie close to the grave Of Old Bill Piersol, Who grew rich trading with the Indians, and who Afterwards took the Bankrupt Law And emerged from it richer than ever Myself grown tired of toil and poverty And … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: The Hill (Spoon River Anthology)

The Hill Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley, The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter? All, all are sleeping on the hill. One passed in a fever, One was burned in … Continue reading

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