#AmericanWriters
Herbert broke our engagement of ei… When Annabelle returned to the vi… From the Seminary, ah me! If I had let my love for him alon… It might have grown into a beautif…
Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis, And Doc Hill called it leucaemia— But I know what brought me here: I was sixty-four but strong as a m… Of thirty-five or forty.
If thou, Columbia, dost from this… The condor beak and python eyes—re… Bethink thee of the years that Fr… Was husbanded by devil-feet which… To scatter lies and wrongs; until…
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…
Nothing in life is alien to you: I was a penniless girl from Summu… Who stepped from the morning train… All the houses stood before me wit… And drawn shades—I was barred out…
Their spirits beat upon mine Like the wings of a thousand butte… I closed my eyes and felt their sp… I closed my eyes, yet I knew when… Fringed their cheeks from downcast…
When Reuben Pantier ran away and… I went to Springfield. There I m… Whose father just deceased left hi… He married me when drunk. My life… A year passed and one day they fou…
I was sixteen, and I had the most… And specks before my eyes, and ner… And I couldn’t remember the books… Like Frank Drummer who memorized… And my back was weak, and I worri…
I looked like Abraham Lincoln. I was one of you, Spoon River, in… But standing for the rights of pro… A regular church attendant, Sometimes appearing in your town m…
Well, Emily Sparks, your prayers… Your love was not all in vain. I owe whatever I was in life To your hope that would not give m… To your love that saw me still as…
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
(America Conquers Europe.) Foul shapes that hate the day, aga… Late driven hence, infested fane a… The laurels of our victory were am… Vile King-craft with his breed of…
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
There is something about Death Like love itself! If with some one with whom you hav… And the glow of youthful love, You also, after years of life
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…