#AmericanWriters
There would be a knock at the door And I would arise at midnight and… Where belated travelers would hear… Sepulchral boards and tacking sati… And often I wondered who would go…
I know that he told how I snared… With a snare which bled him to dea… And all the men loved him, And most of the women pitied him. But suppose you are really a lady,…
I have known the silence of the st… And the silence of the city when i… And the silence of a man and a mai… And the silence of the sick When their eyes roam about the roo…
If a man could bite the giant hand That catches and destroys him, As I was bitten by a rat While demonstrating my patent trap… In my hardware store that day.
Flag of the great republic, banner… Carried aloft for freedom in many… Torn by the shot of tyrants in bat… The rallying hope of our fathers b… But what is it but a rag, save it…
The very fall my sister Nancy Kna… Set fire to the house They were trying Dr. Duval For the murder of Zora Clemens, And I sat in the court two weeks
After I had attended lectures At our Chautauqua, and studied Fr… For twenty years, committing the g… Almost by heart, I thought I’d take a trip to Pari…
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,
They laughed at me as “Prof. Moon… As a boy in Spoon River, born wit… Of knowing about the stars. They jeered when I spoke of the l… And the thrilling heat and cold,
(Europe Conquers America.) Strong for the strong and in his o… Half-boy, half-madman, playing wit… Usurper, hoodlum, wed to his desir… Loud in the hunt—afraid albeit to…
Oh, you young radicals and dreamer… You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my captainc… And my faith in God!
Neither spite, fellow citizens, Nor forgetfulness of the shiftless… And the lawlessness and waste Under democracy’s rule in Spoon R… Made me desert the party of law an…
My mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what i… In youth my mind was just a mirror In a rapidly flying car, Which catches and loses bits of th…
When conquerors lift the bloody sh… Showing the fallen’s ooze of life, And on a waste of blasted field Joy quickens to the drum and fife, Then the weird brood of flame and…
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…