#AmericanWriters
You are over there, Father Malloy… Where holy ground is, and the cros… Not here with us on the hill— Us of wavering faith, and clouded… And drifting hope, and unforgiven…
Who carved this shattered harp on… I died to you, no doubt. But how… Wired I and tightened and disenta… Making them sweet again—with tunin… Oh well! A harp leaps out of the…
When I died, the circulating libr… Which I built up for Spoon River… And managed for the good of inquir… Was sold at auction on the public… As if to destroy the last vestige
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…
Do the boys and girls still go to… For cider, after school, in late… Or gather hazel nuts among the thi… On Aaron Hatfield’s farm when the… For many times with the laughing g…
I made two fights for the people. First I left my party, bearing th… Of independence, for reform, and w… Next I used my rebel strength To capture the standard of my old…
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.
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
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…
With our hearts like drifting suns… As often before, the April fields… Silkened over with viewless gauze… Under the cliff, our trysting plac… Where the brook turns! Had we but…
My parents thought that I would b… As great as Edison or greater: For as a boy I made balloons And wondrous kites and toys with c… And little engines with tracks to…
Back and forth, back and forth, to… With my Bible under my arm Till I was gray and old; Unwedded, alone in the world, Finding brothers and sisters in th…
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…
At first I suspected something— She acted so calm and absent-minde… And one day I heard the back door… As I entered the front, and I saw… Back of the smokehouse into the lo…
At four o’clock in late October I sat alone in the country school-… Back from the road 'mid stricken f… And an eddy of wind blew leaves on… And crooned in the flue of the can…
