#AmericanWriters
The cooper should know about tubs. But I learned about life as well, And you who loiter around these gr… Think you know life. You think your eye sweeps about a…
In a lingering fever many visions… I was in the little house again With its great yard of clover Running down to the board-fence, Shadowed by the oak tree,
When my moustache curled, And my hair was black, And I wore tight trousers And a diamond stud, I was an excellent knave of hearts…
I was a gun-smith in Odessa. One night the police broke in the… Where a group of us were reading… And seized our books and arrested… But I escaped and came to New Yo…
Almost the shell of a woman after… And almost a year to creep back in… Till the dawn of our wedding decen… Found me my seeming self again. We walked the forest together,
The Prohibitionists made me Town… When the saloons were voted out, Because when I was a drinking man… Before I joined the church, I kil… At the saw-mill near Maple Grove.
Harry Wilmans! You who fell in a… Near Manila, following the flag, You were not wounded by the greatn… Or destroyed by ineffectual work, Or driven to madness by Satanic s…
I had no objection at all To selling my household effects at… On the village square. It gave my beloved flock the chanc… To get something which had belonge…
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.
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
I lost my patronage in Spoon Rive… From trying to put my mind in the… To catch the soul of the person. The very best picture I ever took Was of Judge Somers, attorney at…
What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and sisters. Yes! And now?
When I first came to Spoon River I did not know whether what they t… Was true or false. They would bring me an epitaph And stand around the shop while I…
Take note, passers-by, of the shar… Eaten in my head-stone by the wind… Almost as if an intangible Nemesi… Were marking scores against me, But to destroy, and not preserve,…
The buzzards wheel slowly In wide circles, in a sky Faintly hazed as from dust from th… And a wind sweeps through the past… Beating the grass into long waves.