All Poems
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Josiah Tompkins
© Edgar Lee Masters
I was well known and much beloved
And rich, as fortunes are reckoned
In Spoon River, where I had lived and worked.
That was the home for me,
Troopin'
© Rudyard Kipling
The ~Malabar~'s in 'arbour with the ~Jumner~ at 'er tail,
An' the time-expired's waitin' of 'is orders for to sail.
Ho! the weary waitin' when on Khyber 'ills we lay,
But the time-expired's waitin' of 'is orders 'ome to-day.
Robert Southey Burke
© Edgar Lee Masters
I spent my money trying to elect you Mayor
A. D. Blood.
I lavished my admiration upon you,
You were to my mind the almost perfect man.
A Thought From Propertius
© William Butler Yeats
SHE might, so noble from head
To great shapely knees
Ezra Bartlett
© Edgar Lee Masters
A chaplain in the army,
A chaplain in the prisons,
An exhorter in Spoon River,
Drunk with divinity, Spoon River --
To A Husband
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
This is to the crown and blessing of my life,
The much loved husband of a happy wife;
Bert Kessler
© Edgar Lee Masters
I winged my bird,
Though he flew toward the setting sun;
But just as the shot rang out, he soared
Up and up through the splinters of golden light,
The Man From The Crowd
© Sam Walter Foss
Men seem as alike as the leaves on the trees,
As alike as the bees in a swarming of bees;
Dow Kritt
© Edgar Lee Masters
Samuel is forever talking of his elm --
But I did not need to die to learn about roots:
I, who dug all the ditches about Spoon River.
Look at my elm!
A Students Song
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
When I was a merry young fellow
I loved the red juice of the grape.
Jim Brown
© Edgar Lee Masters
While I was handling Dom Pedro
I got at the thing that divides the race between men who are
For singing "Turkey in the straw" or "There is a fountain filled with blood" --
(Like Rile Potter used to sing it over at Concord);
Nicholas Bindle
© Edgar Lee Masters
Were you not ashamed, fellow citizens,
When my estate was probated and everyone knew
How small a fortune I left?--
You who hounded me in life,
Hortense Robbins
© Edgar Lee Masters
My name used to be in the papers daily
As having dined somewhere,
Or traveled somewhere,
Or rented a house in Paris,
The Lovers Colloquy
© Victor Marie Hugo
DONNA SOL. Night is too silent, darkness too profound
Oh, for a star to shine, a voice to sound--
To raise some sudden note of music now
Suited to night.
On a Bust
© Edgar Lee Masters
A giant as we hoped, in truth, a dwarf;
A barrel of slop that shines on Lethe's wharf',
Which at first seemed a vessel with sweet wine
For thirsty lips. So down the swift decline
The Epilogue
© Richard Lovelace
The stubborne author of the trifle crime,
That just now cheated you of two hours' time,
Presumptuous it lik't him, began to grow
Carelesse, whether it pleased you or no.
Judge Somers
© Edgar Lee Masters
How does it happen, tell me,
That I who was the most erudite of lawyers,
Who knew Blackstone and Coke
Almost by heart, who made the greatest speech
Ancient Eternal And Immortal Spirit
© Kostis Palamas
Immortal spirit of antiquity,
Father of the true, beautiful and good,
Descend, appear, shed over us thy light
Upon this ground and under this sky
J. Milton Miles
© Edgar Lee Masters
Whenever the Presbyterian bell
Was rung by itself, I knew it as the Presbyterian bell.
But when its sound was mingled
With the sound of the Methodist, the Christian,
Epigram
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Because I am idolotrous and have besought
With grievous supplication and consuming prayer,
The admirable image that my love has wrought
Out of her swan's neck and her dark, abundant hair:
The jealous gods who brook no worship save their own,
Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone.
