All Poems
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Johnson' s Wonder
© Henry Lawson
ID been right round by overlands to see the world and life,
And on the boat at Plymouth I met Johnson and his wife;
He was a man who knew the world and wore the know-all smile
His wife a silly pussy catthe soft, obedient style.
His constant source of comfort was his life was all serene,
His ceaseless source of wonder was that men could be so green.
Thomas Trevelyan
© Edgar Lee Masters
Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys,
Son of the love of Tereus and Procne, slain
For the guilty passion of Tereus for Philomela,
The flesh of him served to Tereus by Procne,
Henry C. Calhoun
© Edgar Lee Masters
I reached the highest place in Spoon River,
But through what bitterness of spirit!
The face of my father, sitting speechless,
Child-like, watching his canaries,
Jacob Goodpasture
© Edgar Lee Masters
When Fort Sumter fell and the war came
I cried out in bitterness of soul:
"O glorious republic now no more!"
When they buried my soldier son
James Garber
© Edgar Lee Masters
Do you remember, passer-by, the path
I wore across the lot where now stands the opera house,
Hasting with swift feet to work through many years?
Take its meaning to heart:
Silas Dement
© Edgar Lee Masters
It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled
With new-fallen frost.
It was midnight and not a soul abroad.
Out of the chimney of the court-house
Brock: Valiant Leader
© John Daniel Logan
Lo, on the looming crown of that ascent
Where thy life ceased, a loyal host hath reared
To theewhose patriot heart was pure, nor feared,
A high commemorative monument!
Still is thy memory green who fell to save,
Still, Brock, art thou the bravest of our brave!
Rev. Abner Peet
© Edgar Lee Masters
I had no objection at all
To selling my household effects at auction
On the village square.
It gave my beloved flock the chance
Written For My Son In His Sickness, To One Of His School fellows.
© Mary Barber
I little thought that honest Dick
Would slight me so, when I was sick.
Is he a Friend, who only stays,
Whilst Health and Pleasure gild our Days;
Flies, when Disease our Temper sours,
Nor helps to pass the gloomy Hours?
Ida Frickey
© Edgar Lee Masters
Nothing in life is alien to you:
I was a penniless girl from Summum
Who stepped from the morning train in Spoon River.
All the houses stood before me with closed doors
In The Arc Of Your Mallet
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Don't go anywhere without me.
Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,
E.C. Culbertson
© Edgar Lee Masters
Is it true, Spoon River,
That in the hall-way of the New Court House
There is a tablet of bronze
Containing the embossed faces
Jacob Godbey
© Edgar Lee Masters
How did you feel, you libertarians,
Who spent your talents rallying noble reasons
Around the saloon, as if Liberty
Was not to be found anywhere except at the bar
A Late Walk
© Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
Ippolit Konovaloff
© Edgar Lee Masters
I was a gun-smith in Odessa.
One night the police broke in the room
Where a group of us were reading Spencer.
And seized our books and arrested us.
sholaa thaa jal-bujhaa huu
© Ahmad Faraz
sholaa thaa jal-bujhaa huu.N havaaye.n mujhe na do
mai.n kab kaa jaa chukaa huu.N sadaaye.n mujhe na do
Jennie M'Grew
© Edgar Lee Masters
Not, where the stairway turns in the dark,
A hooded figure, shriveled under a flowing cloak!
Not yellow eyes in the room at night,
Staring out from a surface of cobweb gray!
