#Americans
The press of the Spoon River Cla… And I was tarred and feathered, For publishing this on the day the… “I saw a beautiful woman with band… Standing on the steps of a marble…
Reading in Ovid the sorrowful sto… Son of the love of Tereus and Pro… For the guilty passion of Tereus… The flesh of him served to Tereus… And the wrath of Tereus, the murd…
All your sorrow, Louise, and hatr… Sprang from your delusion that it… Of spirit and contempt of your sou… Which made me turn to Annabelle a… You really grew to hate me for lov…
She loved me. Oh! how she loved m… I never had a chance to escape From the day she first saw me. But then after we were married I… She might prove her mortality and…
It never came into my mind Until I was ready to die That Jenny had loved me to death,… For I was seventy, she was thirty… And I wore myself to a shadow try…
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…
After a long day of work in my hot… Sleep was sweet, but if you sleep… Your dreams may be abruptly ended. I was among my flowers where some… Seemed to be raising them on trial…
In the last spring I ever knew, In those last days, I sat in the forsaken orchard Where beyond fields of greenery sh… The hills at Miller’s Ford;
Did you ever hear of Editor Whedo… Giving to the public treasury any… For supporting candidated for offi… Or for writing up the canning fact… To get people to invest?
Your red blossoms amid green leave… Are drooping, beautiful geranium! But you do not ask for water. You cannot speak! You do not need… Everyone knows that you are dying…
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…
They have Chiseled on my stone th… ‘His life was gentle, and the elem… That nature might stand up and say… This was a man.’ Those who knew me smile
Here I lie close to the grave Of Old Bill Piersol, Who grew rich trading with the ind… Afterwards took the bankrupt law And emergeed from it richer than e…
Not, where the stairway turns in t… A hooded figure, shriveled under a… Not yellow eyes in the room at nig… Staring out from a surface of cobw… And not the flap of a condor wing,
Silent before the jury, Returning no word to the judge whe… If I had aught to say against the… Only shaking my head. What could I say to people who th…