All Poems
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The Sermon of the Birds
© Roland Robinson
I was clearing thirty or forty acres once
Out in the western range near Nightcap Mountain.
Lydia Puckett
© Edgar Lee Masters
Knowlt Hoheimer ran away to the war
The day before Curl Trenary
Swore out a warrant through Justice Arnett
For stealing hogs.
Portrait Of A Barmaid
© Dame Edith Sitwell
Metallic waves of people jar
Through crackling green toward the bar
Aaron Hatfield
© Edgar Lee Masters
Better than granite, Spoon River,
Is the memory-picture you keep of me
Standing before the pioneer men and women
There at Concord Church on Communion day.
Dippold the Optician
© Edgar Lee Masters
What do you see now?
Globes of red, yellow, purple.
Just a moment! And now?
My father and mother and sisters.
God
© Gamaliel Bradford
Gleaming bits of quaint desire tempt my steps beyond the decent.
I confound old solid glory with publicity too recent.
But my one unchanged obsession, wheresoe'er my feet have trod,
Is a keen, enormous, haunting, never-sated thirst for God.
Lilian Stewart
© Edgar Lee Masters
I was the daughter of Lambert Hutchins,
Born in a cottage near the grist-mill,
Reared in the mansion there on the hill,
With its spires, bay-windows, and roof of slate.
Russian Sonia
© Edgar Lee Masters
I, born in Weimar
Of a mother who was French
And German father, a most learned professor,
Orphaned at fourteen years,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Yes, Spring is come, but joy alas is gone,--
Gone ere we knew it, while our foolish eyes,
Which should have watched its motions every one
Mrs. Kessler
© Edgar Lee Masters
Mr Kessler, you know, was in the army,
And he drew six dollars a month as a pension,
And stood on the corner talking politics,
Or sat at home reading Grant's Memoirs;
Sonnet XLVIII: Death-in-Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
There came an image in Life's retinue
That had Love's wings and bore his gonfalon:
Barney Hainsfeather
© Edgar Lee Masters
If the excursion train to Peoria
Had just been wrecked, I might have escaped with my life --
Certainly I should have escaped this place.
But as it was burned as well, they mistook me
Affliction (V)
© George Herbert
My God, I read this day,
That planted Paradise was not so firm
As was and is thy floting Ark; whose stay
And anchor thou art onely, to confirm
And strengthen it in ev'ry age,
When waves do rise, and tempests rage.
Sam Hookey
© Edgar Lee Masters
I ran away from home with the circus,
Having fallen in love with Mademoiselle Estralada,
The lion tamer.
One time, having starved the lions
The Edge
© Lola Ridge
As the night grew
The gray cloud that had covered the sky like sackcloth
Fell in ashen folds about the hills,
Like hooded virgins, pulling their cloaks about them…
There must have been a spent moon,
For the Tall One's veil held a shimmer of silver…
Robert Davidson
© Edgar Lee Masters
I grew spiritually fat living off the souls of men.
If I saw a soul that was strong
I wounded its pride and devoured its strength.
The shelters of friendship knew my cunning,
Percy Bysshe Shelley
© Edgar Lee Masters
My father who owned the wagon-shop
And grew rich shoeing horses
Sent me to the University of Montreal.
I learned nothing and returned home,
Dearth
© James Whitcomb Riley
I hold your trembling hand to-night-- and yet
I may not know what wealth of bliss is mine,
