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Chase Henry

In my life I was the town drunkard;

When I died the priest denied me burial

In holy ground.

The which rebounded to my good fortune.

For the Protestants bought this lot,

And buried my body here,

Close to the grave of the banker Nicholas,

And of his wife Priscilla.

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Knowlt Hoheimer

I was the first fruits of the battle of Missionary Ridge.

When I felt the bullet enter my heart

I wished I had staid at home and gone to jail

For stealing the hogs of Curl Trenary,

Instead of running away and joining the army,

Rather a thousand times the county jail

Than to lie under this marble figure with wings,

And this granite pedestal

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Ollie McGee

Have you seen walking through the village

A man with downcast eyes and haggard face?

That is my husband who, by secret cruelty

never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty;

Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth,

And with broken pride and shameful humility,

I sank into the grave.

But what think you gnaws at my husband's heart?

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Fiddler Jones

The earth keeps some vibration going

There in your heart, and that is you.

And if the people find you can fiddle,

Why, fiddle you must, for all your life.

What do you see, a harvest of clover?

Or a meadow to walk through to the river?

The wind's in the corn; you rub your hands

For beeves hereafter ready for market;

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Hod Putt

Here I lie close to the grave

Of Old Bill Piersol,

Who grew rich trading with the indians, and who

Afterwards took the bankrupt law

And emergeed from it richer than ever.

Myself grown tired of toil and poverty

And beholding how Old Bill and others grew in wealth,

Robbed a traveler one night near Proctor's Grove,

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Andy the Night-Watch

In my Spanish cloak,

And old slouch hat,

And overshoes of felt,

And Tyke, my faithful dog,

And my knotted hickory cane,

I slipped about with a bull's-eye lantern

From door to door on the square,

As the midnight stars wheeled round,

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Serepta Mason

My life's blossom might have bloomed on all sides

Save for a bitter wind which stunted my petals

On the side of me which you in the village could see.

From the dust I lift a voice of protest:

My flowering side you never saw!

Ye living ones, ye are fools indeed

Who do not know the ways of the wind

And the unseen forces

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Jennie M'Grew

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!

And not the flap of a condor wing,

When the roar of life in your ears begins

As a sound heard never before!

But on a sunny afternoon,

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Barry Holden

The very fall my sister Nancy Knapp

Set fire to the house

They were trying Dr. Duval

For the murder of Zora Clemens,

And I sat in the court two weeks

Listening to every witness.

It was clear he had got her in a family way;

And to let the child be born

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Amos Sibley

Not character, not fortitude, not patience

Were mine, the which the village thought I had

In bearing with my wife, while preaching on,

Doing the work God chose for me.

I loathed her as a termagant, as a wanton.

I knew of her adulteries, every one.

But even so, if I divorced the woman

I must forsake the ministry.

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Adam Weirauch

I was crushed between Altgeld and Armour.

I lost many friends, much time and money

Fighting for Altgeld whom Editor Whedon

Denounced as the candidate of gamblers and anarchists.

Then Armour started to ship dressed meat to Spoon River,

Forcing me to shut down my slaughter-house,

And my butcher shop went all to pieces.

The new forces of Altgeld and Armour caught me

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Benjamin Fraser

Their spirits beat upon mine

Like the wings of a thousand butterflies.

I closed my eyes and felt their spirits vibrating.

I closed my eyes, yet I knew when their lashes

Fringed their cheeks from downcast eyes,

And when they turned their heads;

And when their garments clung to them,

Or fell from them, in exquisite draperies.

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