#AmericanWriters
Suppose it is nothing but the hive… That there are drones and workers And queens, and nothing but storin… (Material things as well as cultur… For the next generation, this gene…
How does it happen, tell me, That I who was the most erudite o… Who knew Blackstone and Coke Almost by heart, who made the grea… The court-house ever heard, and wr…
Oh many times did Ernest Hyde and… Argue about the freedom of the wil… My favorite metaphor was Prickett… Roped out to grass, and free you k… As the length of the rope.
As a boy, Theodore, you sat for l… On the shore of the turbid Spoon With deep-set eye staring at the d… Waiting for him to appear, pushing… First his waving antennae, like st…
Not in that wasted garden Where bodies are drawn into grass That feeds no flocks, and into eve… That bear no fruit— There where along the shaded walks
I had fiddled all day at the count… But driving home “Butch” Weldy an… Who were roaring full, made me fid… To the song of Susie Skinner, whi… Till they ran away.
I ran away from home with the circ… Having fallen in love with Mademo… The lion tamer. One time, having starved the lions For more than a day,
Jonas Keene thought his lot a har… Because his children were all fail… But I know of a fate more trying… It is to be a failure while your c… For I raised a brood of eagles
Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane! How you stole in the room (where… In your nurse’s cap and linen cuff… And took my hand and said with a s… “You are not so ill—you’ll soon be…
My life’s blossom might have bloom… Save for a bitter wind which stunt… On the side of me which you in the… From the dust I lift a voice of p… My flowering side you never saw!
Where is my boy, my boy— In what far part of the world? The boy I loved best of all in th… I, the teacher, the old maid, the… Who made them all my children.
Oh! the dew-wet grass of the meado… Through which Rebecca followed me… One child in her arms, and three t… Lengthening out the farewell to me… And then the long, hard years down…
Better than granite, Spoon River, Is the memory-picture you keep of… Standing before the pioneer men an… There at Concord Church on Commu… Speaking in broken voice of the pe…
How did you feel, you libertarians… Who spent your talents rallying no… Around the saloon, as if Liberty Was not to be found anywhere excep… Or at a table, guzzling?
I was the only child of Frances H… And Thomas Greene of Kentucky, Of valiant and honorable blood bot… To them I owe all that I became, Judge, member of Congress, leader…