#AmericanWriters
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
They would have lynched me Had I not been secretly hurried a… To the jail at Peoria. And yet I was going peacefully ho… Carrying my jug, a little drunk,
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…
’Twas the shrunken soul of the tra… That whined in a coign of the dark… And the fiends were aroused from s… When Cerberus began to bark. ‘Methought that I spoke’ said Jul…
Out of a cell into this darkened s… The end at twenty-five! My tongue could not speak what sti… And the village thought me a fool. Yet at the start there was a clear…
Out of me unworthy and unknown The vibrations of deathless music; ‘With malice toward none, with cha… Out of me the forgiveness of milli… And the beneficient face of a nati…
I bought every kind of machine tha… Grinders, shellers, planters, mowe… Mills and rakes and ploughs and th… And all of them stood in the rain… Getting rusted, warped and battere…
It was just like everything else i… Something outside myself drew me d… My own strength never failed me. Why, there was the time I earned… With which to go away to school,
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…
I was attorney for the “Q” And the Indemnity Company which i… The owners of the mine. I pulled the wires with judge and… And the upper courts, to beat the…
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…
Suppose it is nothing but the hive… That there are drones and workers And queens, and nothing but storin… (Material things as well as cultur… For the next generation, this gene…
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,
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…
I have two monuments besides this… One, the house I built on the hil… With its spires, bay windows, and… The other, the lake-front in Chic… Where the railroad keeps a switchi…