#AmericanWriters
I am Minerva, the village poetess… Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoo… For my heavy body, cock-eye, and r… And all the more when “Butch” Wel… Captured me after a brutal hunt.
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.
Did you ever see an alligator Come up to the air from the mud, Staring blindly under the full gla… Have you seen the stabled horses a… Tremble and start back at the sigh…
I would have been as great as Geo… But for an untoward fate. For look at the photograph of me m… Chin resting on hand, and deep-set… Gray, too, and far-searching.
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ALLEGORICAL RELATIONS. A FAINT LIGHT SHOWS DIMLY THROUGH THE...
I, born in Weimar Of a mother who was French And German father, a most learned… Orphaned at fourteen years, Became a dancer, known as Russian…
Whenever the Presbyterian bell Was rung by itself, I knew it as… But when its sound was mingled With the sound of the Methodist,… The Baptist and the Congregationa…
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
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…
On a mountain top above the clouds That streamed like a sea below me I said that peak is the thought of… And that one is the prayer of Jes… And this one is the dream of Plat…
My thanks, friends of the County… For this modest boulder, And its little tablet of bronze. Twice I tried to join your honore… And was rejected,
I was the daughter of Lambert Hut… Born in a cottage near the grist-m… Reared in the mansion there on the… With its spires, bay-windows, and… How proud my mother was of the man…
I grew spiritually fat living off… If I saw a soul that was strong I wounded its pride and devoured i… The shelters of friendship knew my… For where I could steal a friend…
There is the caw of a crow, And the hesitant song of a thrush. There is the tinkle of a cowbell f… And the voice of a plowman on Shi… The forest beyond the orchard is s…
Did I follow Truth wherever she l… And stand against the whole world… And uphold the weak against the st… If I did I would be remembered am… As I was known in life among the…