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Lucinda Matlock

I went to the dances at Chandlerville,

And played snap-out at Winchester.

One time we changed partners,

Driving home in the midnight of middle June,

And then I found Davis.

We were married and lived together for seventy years,

Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children,

Eight of whom we lost

by Edgar Lee Masters

Aaron Hatfield

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.

Speaking in broken voice of the peasant youth

Of Galilee who went to the city

And was killed by bankers and lawyers;

My voice mingling with the June wind

by Edgar Lee Masters

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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,

Roaming the fields with Bert Kessler,

Hunting quail and snipe.

At Thompson's Lake the trigger of my gun

Caught in the side of the boat

by Edgar Lee Masters

Elizabeth Childers

Dust of my dust,

And dust with my dust,

O, child who died as you entered the world,

Dead with my death!

Not knowing breath, though you tried so hard,

With a heart that beat when you lived with me,

And stopped when you left me for Life.

It is well, my child. For you never traveled

by Edgar Lee Masters

Captain Orlando Killion

Oh, you young radicals and dreamers,

You dauntless fledglings

Who pass by my headstone,

Mock not its record of my captaincy in the army

And my faith in God!

They are not denials of each other.

Go by reverently, and read with sober care

How a great people, riding with defiant shouts

by Edgar Lee Masters

Albert Schirding

Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard one

Because his children were all failures.

But I know of a fate more trying than that:

It is to be a failure while your children are successes.

For I raised a brood of eagles

Who flew away at last, leaving me

A crow on the abandoned bough.

Then, with the ambition to prefix Honorable to my name,

by Edgar Lee Masters

Aner Clute

Over and over they used to ask me,

While buying the wine or the beer,

In Peoria first, and later in Chicago,

Denver, Frisco, New York, wherever I lived,

How I happened to lead the life,

And what was the start of it.

Well, I told them a silk dress,

And a promise of marriage from a rich man —

by Edgar Lee Masters

Marie Bateson

You observe the carven hand

With the index finger pointing heavenward.

That is the direction, no doubt.

But how shall one follow it?

It is well to abstain from murder and lust,

To forgive, do good to others, worship God

Without graven images.

But these are external means after all

by Edgar Lee Masters

Alexander Throckmorton

In youth my wings were strong and tireless,

But I did not know the mountains.

In age I knew the mountains

But my weary wings could not follow my vision —

Genius is wisdom and youth.

by Edgar Lee Masters

Abel Melveny

I bought every kind of machine that's known —

Grinders, shellers, planters, mowers,

Mills and rakes and ploughs and threshers —

And all of them stood in the rain and sun,

Getting rusted, warped and battered,

For I had no sheds to store them in,

And no use for most of them.

And toward the last, when I thought it over,

by Edgar Lee Masters

Russian Sonia

I, born in Weimar

Of a mother who was French

And German father, a most learned professor,

Orphaned at fourteen years,

Became a dancer, known as Russian Sonia,

All up and down the boulevards of Paris,

Mistress betimes of sundry dukes and counts,

And later of poor artists and of poets.

by Edgar Lee Masters

Ace Shaw

I never saw any difference

Between playing cards for money

And selling real estate,

Practicing law, banking, or anything else.

For everything is chance.

Nevertheless

Seest thou a man diligent in business?

He shall stand before Kings!

by Edgar Lee Masters