Take note, passers-by, of the shar… Eaten in my head-stone by the wind… Almost as if an intangible Nemesi… Were marking scores against me, But to destroy, and not preserve,…

It matters not what place he drew At first life’s mortal breath, Some say it was in Bethlehem, And some in Nazareth. But shame and sorrow were his lot

Do you remember, passer-by, the pa… I wore across the lot where now st… Hasting with swift feet to work th… Take its meaning to heart: You too may walk, after the hills…

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;

Only the chemist can tell, and not… What will result from compounding Fluids or solids. And who can tell How men and women will interact

I belonged to the church, And to the party of prohibition; And the villagers thought I died… In truth I had cirrhosis of the l… For every noon for thirty years,

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…

I was Willie Metcalf. They used to call me “Doctor Meye… Because, they said, I looked like… And he was my father, according to… I lived in the livery stable,

Dust of my dust, And dust with my dust, O, child who died as you entered t… Dead with my death! Not knowing breath, though you tri…

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 winged my bird, Though he flew toward the setting… But just as the shot rang out, he… Up and up through the splinters of… Till he turned right over, feather…

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,

Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane! How you stole in the room (where… In your nurse’s cap and linen cuff… And took my hand and said with a s… “You are not so ill—you’ll soon be…

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…

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…