Spoon River Anthology Part 2
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No more you hear my footsteps in the morning, Resounding on the hollow sidewalk Going to the grocery store for a little corn meal And a nickel's worth of bacon.
"Butch" Weldy
AFTER I got religion and steadied down They gave me a job in the canning works, And every morning I had to fill The tank in the yard with gasoline, That fed the blow-fires in the sheds To heat the soldering irons.
And I mounted a rickety ladder to do it, Carrying buckets full of the stuff.
One morning, as I stood there pouring, The air grew still and seemed to heave, And I shot up as the tank exploded, And down I came with both legs broken, And my eyes burned crisp as a couple of eggs.
For someone left a blow--fire going, And something sucked the flame in the tank.
The Circuit Judge said whoever did it Was a fellow-servant of mine, and so Old Rhodes' son didn't have to pay me.
And I sat on the witness stand as blind As lack the Fiddler, saying over and over, "I didn't know him at all."
Doctor Meyers
No other man, unless it was Doc Hill, Did more for people in this town than I.
And all the weak, the halt, the improvident And those who could not pay flocked to me.
I was good-hearted, easy Doctor Meyers.
I was healthy, happy, in comfortable fortune, Blest with a congenial mate, my children raised, All wedded, doing well in the world.
And then one night, Minerva, the poetess, Came to me in her trouble, crying.
I tried to help her out--she died-- They indicted me, the newspapers disgraced me, My wife perished of a broken heart.
And pneumonia finished me.
Mrs. Meyers
HE protested all his life long The newspapers lied about him villainously; That he was not at fault for Minerva's fall, But only tried to help her.
Poor soul so sunk in sin he could not see That even trying to help her, as he called it, He had broken the law human and divine.
Pa.s.sers by, an ancient admonition to you: If your ways would be ways of pleasantness, And all your pathways peace, Love G.o.d and keep his commandments.
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 Bearing the words, "Pro Patria."
What do they mean, anyway?
Lydia Puckett
KNOWLT HOHEIMER ran away to the war The day before Curl Trenary Swore out a warrant through Justice Arnett For stealing hogs.
But that's not the reason he turned a soldier.
He caught me running with Lucius Atherton.
We quarreled and I told him never again To cross my path.
Then he stole the hogs and went to the war-- Back of every soldier is a woman.
Frank Drummer
OUT of a cell into this darkened s.p.a.ce-- The end at twenty-five!
My tongue could not speak what stirred within me, And the village thought me a fool.
Yet at the start there was a clear vision, A high and urgent purpose in my soul Which drove me on trying to memorize The Encyclopedia Britannica!
Hare Drummer
Do the boys and girls still go to Siever's For cider, after school, in late September?
Or gather hazel nuts among the thickets On Aaron Hatfield's farm when the frosts begin?
For many times with the laughing girls and boys Played I along the road and over the hills When the sun was low and the air was cool, Stopping to club the walnut tree Standing leafless against a flaming west.
Now, the smell of the autumn smoke, And the dropping acorns, And the echoes about the vales Bring dreams of life.
They hover over me.
They question me: Where are those laughing comrades?
How many are with me, how many In the old orchards along the way to Siever's, And in the woods that overlook The quiet water?
Doc Hill
I WENT UP and down the streets Here and there by day and night, Through all hours of the night caring for the poor who were sick.
Do you know why?
My wife hated me, my son went to the dogs.
And I turned to the people and poured out my love to them.
Sweet it was to see the crowds about the lawns on the day of my funeral, And hear them murmur their love and sorrow.
But oh, dear G.o.d, my soul trembled, scarcely able To hold to the railing of the new life When I saw Em Stanton behind the oak tree At the grave, Hiding herself, and her grief!
Sarah Brown
MAURICE, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree.
The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet gra.s.s, The stars sparkle, the whippoorwill calls, But thou grievest, while my soul lies rapturous In the blest Nirvana of eternal light!
Go to the good heart that is my husband Who broods upon what he calls our guilty love:-- Tell him that my love for you, no less than my love for him Wrought out my destiny--that through the flesh I won spirit, and through spirit, peace.
There is no marriage in heaven But there is love.
Percy Bysshe Sh.e.l.ley
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 And a great hole was shot through my heart.
Over me a fond father erected this marble shaft, On which stands the figure of a woman Carved by an Italian artist.
Spoon River Anthology Part 2
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