Edgar Lee Masters: Все стихи поэта

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Only the chemist can tell, and not always the chemist,

What will result from compounding

Fluids or solids.

And who can tell

How men and women will interact

On each other, or what children will result?

There were Benjamin Pantier and his wife,

Good in themselves, but evil toward each other:

When I first came to Spoon River

I did not know whether what they told me

Was true or false.

They would bring me an epitaph

And stand around the shop while I worked

And say "He was so kind," "He was wonderful,"

"She was the sweetest woman," "He was a consistent Christian."

And I chiseled for them whatever they wished,