#Americans
Once in a while a curious weed unk… Needing a name from my books; Once in a while a letter from Yeo… Out of the mussel-shells gathered… Sometimes a pearl with a glint lik…
Tell me ye King-craft of to-day Where is Athens, who made men fre… Then sank into stupor by the way, Subdued by the Spartan tyranny? And Rome that staggered to death,…
I belonged to the church, And to the party of prohibition; And the villagers thought I died… In truth I had cirrhosis of the l… For every noon for thirty years,
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…
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.
When I went to the city, Mary Mc… I meant to return for you, yes I… But Laura, my landlady’s daughter… Stole into my life somehow, and wo… Then after some years whom should…
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.
It is true, fellow citizens, That my old docket lying there for… On a shelf above my head and over The seat of justice, I say it is… That docket had an iron rim
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…
Father, thou canst never know The anguish that smote my heart For my disobedience, the moment I… The remorseless wheel of the engin… Sink into the crying flesh of my l…
Did my widow flit about From Mackinac to Los Angeles, Resting and bathing and sitting an… Or more at the table over soup and… And delicate sweets and coffee?
You observe the carven hand With the index finger pointing hea… That is the direction, no doubt. But how shall one follow it? It is well to abstain from murder…
Do you think that odes and sermons… And the ringing of church bells, And the blood of old men and young… Martyred for the truth they saw With eyes made bright by faith in…
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I wa… I went to the city for themes and… There married the banker’s daughte…
I was well known and much beloved And rich, as fortunes are reckoned In Spoon River, where I had live… That was the home for me, Though all my children had flown a…