All Poems
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They Did Not See Thy Face
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Some on the pleasant hillside have thought they saw thee pass,
As flings a cloud before the sun a shadow on the grass.
John Cabanis
© Edgar Lee Masters
Neither spite, fellow citizens,
Nor forgetfulness of the shiftlessness,
And the lawlessness and waste
Under democracy's rule in Spoon River
Granville Calhoun
© Edgar Lee Masters
I wanted to be County Judge
One more term, so as to round out a service
Of thirty years.
But my friends left me and joined my enemies,
Frank Drummer
© Edgar Lee Masters
Out of a cell into this darkened space --
The end at twenty-five!
My tongue could not speak what stirred within me,
And the village thought me a fool.
Daniel M'Cumber
© Edgar Lee Masters
When I went to the city, Mary McNeely,
I meant to return for you, yes I did.
But Laura, my landlady's daughter,
Stole into my life somehow, and won me away.
Sonnet XLIX. From The Novel Of Celestina
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Supposed to have been written in a church-yard, over
the grave of a young woman of nineteen.
THOU! who sleep'st where hazle-bands entwine
The vernal grass, with paler violets drest;
Fairy
© Arthur Rimbaud
For Helen, in the virgin shadows and the
impassive radiance in astral silence,
ornamental saps conspired.
Felix Schmidt
© Edgar Lee Masters
It was only a little house of two rooms --
Almost like a child's play-house --
With scarce five acres of ground around it;
And I had so many children to feed
The Heroes
© Katharine Tynan
By such strange and wonderful ways
God would save His world again.
All our days are holy days,
Starry heroes all our men.
Imanuel Ehrenhardt
© Edgar Lee Masters
I began with Sir William Hamilton's lectures.
Then studied Dugald Stewart;
And then John Locke on the Understanding,
And then Descartes, Fichte and Schelling,
Presentiment
© Ambrose Bierce
WITH saintly grace and reverent tread
She walked among the graves with me;
Her every footfall seemed to be
A benediction on the dead.
Elijah Browning
© Edgar Lee Masters
I was among multitudes of children
Dancing at the foot of a mountain.
A breeze blew out of the east and swept them as leaves,
Driving some up the slopes.... All was changed.
Romance In The Market Place
© Roderic Quinn
YOU stood beside the flowers,
Yourself a flower;
And on your face
The twilight stayed another hour,
Arlo Will
© Edgar Lee Masters
Did you ever see an alligator
Come up to the air from the mud,
Staring blindly under the full glare of noon?
Have you seen the stabled horses at night
Dillard Sissman
© Edgar Lee Masters
The buzzards wheel slowly
In wide circles, in a sky
Faintly hazed as from dust from the road.
And a wind sweeps through the pasture where I lie
The Glow-Worm To Her Love
© Edith Nesbit
BENEATH cool ferns, in dewy grass,
Among the leaves that fringe the stream,
I hear the feet of lovers pass,
--I hide all day, and dream.
Schroeder the Fisherman
© Edgar Lee Masters
I sat on the bank above Bernadotte
And dropped crumbs in the water,
Just to see the minnows bump each other,
Until the strongest got the prize.
The Last Question: (For B. A. Bingham)
© Katharine Tynan
They lifted up his weary head,
Stained with a dark and bitter dew:
"How does the battle go?" he said.
