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Spoon　River　Anthology

by　Edgar　Lee　Masters



Contents：

Armstrong；　Hannah
Arnett；　Harold
Atherton；　Lucius

Ballard；　John
Barker；　Amanda
Barrett；　Pauline
Bartlett；　Ezra
Bateson；　Marie
Beatty；　Tom
Beethoven；　Isaiah
Bennett；　Hon。　Henry
Bindle；　Nicholas
Blind　Jack
Bliss；　Mrs。　Charles
Blood；　A。　D。
Bloyd；　Wendell　P。
Bone；　Richard
Branson；　Caroline
Brown；　Jim
Brown；　Sarah
Browning；　Elijah
Burleson；　John　Horace
Butler；　Roy

Cabanis；　Flossie
Calhoun；　Granville
Calhoun；　Henry　C。
Campbell；　Calvin
Carman；　Eugene
Cheney；　Columbus
Childers；　Elizabeth
Church；　John　M。
Churchill；　Alfonso
Circuit　Judge；　The
Clapp；　Homer
Clark；　Nellie
Clute；　Aner
Compton；　Seth　Conant；　Edith
Culbertson；　E。　C。

Davidson；　Robert
Dement；　Silas
Dixon；　Joseph
Drummer；　Frank
Drummer；　Hare
Dunlap；　Enoch
Dye；　Shack

Ehrenhardt；　Imanuel

Fallas；　State's　Attorney
Fawcett；　Clarence
Fluke；　Willard
Foote；　Searcy
Ford；　Webster
Fraser；　Benjamin
Fraser；　Daisy
French；　Charlie
Frickey；　Ida

Garber；　James
Gardner；　Samuel
Garrick；　Amelia
Godbey；　Jacob
Goldman；　Le　Roy
Goode；　William
Goodpasture；　Jacob
Graham；　Mady
Gray；　George
Green；　Ami
Greene；　Hamilton
Griffy　the　Cooper
Gustine；　Dorcas

Hainsfeather；　Barney
Hamblin；　Carl
Hatfield；　Aaron
Hawkins；　Elliott
Hawley；　Jeduthan
Henry；　Chase
Herndon；　William　H。
Heston；　Roger
Higbie；　Archibald
Hill；　Doc
Hill；　The
Hoheimer；　Knowlt
Holden；　Barry
Hookey；　Sam
Howard；　Jefferson
Hueffer；　Cassius
Hummel；　Oscar
Humphrey；　Lydia
Hutchins；　Lambert
Hyde；　Ernest

James；　Godwin
Jones；　Fiddler
Jones；　Franklin
Jones；　〃Indignation〃
Jones；　Minerva
Jones；　William

Karr；　Elmer
Keene；　Jonas
Kessler；　Bert
Kessler；　Mrs。
Killion；　Captain　Orlando
Kincaid；　Russell
King；　Lyman
Knapp；　Nancy
Konovaloff；　Ippolit
Kritt；　Dow

Layton；　Henry

M'Cumber；　Daniel
McDowell；　Rutherford
McFarlane；　Widow
McGee；　Fletcher
McGee；　Ollie
M'Grew；　Jennie
M'Grew；　Mickey
McGuire；　Jack
McNeely；　Mary
McNeely；　Washington
Malloy；　Father
Many　Soldiers
Marsh；　Zilpha
Marshall；　Herbert
Mason；　Serepta
Matheny；　Faith
Matlock；　Davis
Matlock；　Lucinda
Melveny；　Abel
Merritt；　Mrs。
Merritt；　Tom
Metcalf；　Willie
Meyers；　Doctor
Meyers；　Mrs。
Micure；　Hamlet
Miles；　I。　Milton
Miller；　Julia
Miner；　Georgine　Sand
Moir；　Alfred

Newcomer；　Professor

Osborne；　Mabel
Otis；　John　Hancock

Pantier；　Benjamin
Pantier；　Mrs。　Benjamin
Pantier；　Reuben
Peet；　Rev。　Abner
Pennington；　Willie
Penniwit；　the　Artist
Petit；　the　Poet
Phipps；　Henry
Poague；　Peleg
Pollard；　Edmund
Potter；　Cooney
Puckett；　Lydia
Purkapile；　Mrs。
Purkapile；　Roscoe
Putt；　Hod

Reece；　Mrs。　George
Rhodes；　Ralph
Rhodes；　Thomas
Richter；　Gustav
Robbins；　Hortense
Roberts；　Rosie
Ross；　Thomas；　Ir。
Russian　Sonia
Rutledge；　Anne

Sayre；　Johnnie
Scates；　Hiram
Schirding；　Albert
Schmidt；　Felix
Scott；　Julian
Sewall；　Harlan
Sharp；　Percival
Shaw；　〃Ace　〃
Shelley；　Percy　Bysshe
Shope；　Tennessee　Claflin
Sibley；　Amos
Sibley；　Mrs。
Simmons；　Walter
Sissman；　Dillard
Slack；　Margaret　Fuller
Smith；　Louise
Somers；　Jonathan　Swift
Somers；　Judge
Sparks；　Emily
Spooniad；　The
Standard；　W。　Lloyd　Garrison
Stewart；　Lillian

Tanner；　Robert　Fulton
Taylor；　Deacon
Theodore　the　Poet
Throckmorton；　Alexander
Tompkins；　Josiah
Town　Marshal；　The
Trainor；　the　Druggist
Trevelyan；　Thomas
Trimble；　George
Tripp；　Henry
Tubbs；　Hildrup
Turner；　Francis
Tutt；　Oaks

Unknown；　The

Village　Atheist；　The

Wasson；　John
Weirauch；　Adam
Weldy；　〃Butch　〃
Wertman；　Elsa
Whedon；　Editor
Whitney；　Harmon
Wiley；　Rev。　Lemuel
Will；　Arlo
William　and　Emily
Williams；　Dora
Williams；　Mrs。
Wilmans；　Harry
Witt；　Zenas

Yee　Bow

Zoll；　Perry




The　Hill

Where　are　Elmer；　Herman；　Bert；　Tom　and　Charley；
The　weak　of　will；　the　strong　of　arm；　the　clown；　the　boozer；　the　fighter？
All；　all　are　sleeping　on　the　hill。

One　passed　in　a　fever；
One　was　burned　in　a　mine；
One　was　killed　in　a　brawl；
One　died　in　a　jail；
One　fell　from　a　bridge　toiling　for　children　and　wife…
All；　all　are　sleeping；　sleeping；　sleeping　on　the　hill。

Where　are　Ella；　Kate；　Mag；　Lizzie　and　Edith；
The　tender　heart；　the　simple　soul；　the　loud；　the　proud；　the　happy　one？
All；　all　are　sleeping　on　the　hill。

One　died　in　shameful　child…birth；
One　of　a　thwarted　love；
One　at　the　hands　of　a　brute　in　a　brothel；
One　of　a　broken　pride；　in　the　search　for　heart's　desire；
One　after　life　in　far…away　London　and　Paris
Was　brought　to　her　little　space　by　Ella　and　Kate　and　Mag
All；　all　are　sleeping；　sleeping；　sleeping　on　the　hill。

Where　are　Uncle　Isaac　and　Aunt　Emily；
And　old　Towny　Kincaid　and　Sevigne　Houghton；
And　Major　Walker　who　had　talked
With　venerable　men　of　the　revolution？
All；　all　are　sleeping　on　the　hill。

They　brought　them　dead　sons　from　the　war；
And　daughters　whom　life　had　crushed；
And　their　children　fatherless；　crying
All；　all　are　sleeping；　sleeping；　sleeping　on　the　hill。
Where　is　Old　Fiddler　Jones
Who　played　with　life　all　his　ninety　years；
Braving　the　sleet　with　bared　breast；
Drinking；　rioting；　thinking　neither　of　wife　nor　kin；
Nor　gold；　nor　love；　nor　heaven？
Lo！　he　babbles　of　the　fish…frys　of　long　ago；
Of　the　horse…races　of　long　ago　at　Clary's　Grove；
Of　what　Abe　Lincoln　said
One　time　at　Springfield。

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　emerged　from　it　richer　than　ever
Myself　grown　tired　of　toil　and　poverty
And　beholding　how　Old　Bill　and　other　grew　in　wealth
Robbed　a　traveler　one　Night　near　Proctor's　Grove；
Killing　him　unwittingly　while　doing　so；
For　which　I　was　tried　and　hanged。
That　was　my　way　of　going　into　bankruptcy。
Now　we　who　took　the　bankrupt　law　in　our　respective　ways
Sleep　peacefully　side　by　side。

Ollie　McGee

Have　you　seen　walking　through　the　village
A　Man　with　downcast　eyes　and　haggard　face？
That　is　my　husban　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？
The　face　of　what　I　was；　the　face　of　what　he　made　me！
These　are　driving　him　to　the　place　where　I　lie。
In　death；　therefore；　i　am　avenged。

Fletcher　McGee

She　took　my　strength　by　minutes；
She　took　my　life　by　hours；
She　drained　me　like　a　fevered　moon
That　saps　the　spinning　world。
The　days　went　by　like　shadows；
The　minutes　wheeled　like　stars。
She　took　the　pity　from　my　heart；
And　made　it　into　smiles。
She　was　a　hunk　of　sculptor's　clay；
My　secret　thoughts　were　fingers：
They　flew　behind　her　pensive　brow
And　lined　it　deep　with　pain。
They　set　the　lips；　and　sagged　the　cheeks；
And　drooped　the　eye　with　sorrow。
My　soul　had　entered　in　the　clay；
Fighting　like　seven　devils。
It　was　not　mine；　it　was　not　hers；
She　held　it；　but　its　struggles
Modeled　a　face　she　hated；
And　a　face　I　feared　to　see。
I　beat　the　windows；　shook　the　bolts。
I　hid　me　in　a　corner
And　then　she　died　and　haunted　me；
And　hunted　me　for　life。

Robert　Fulton　Tanner

If　a　man　could　bite　the　giant　hand
That　catches　and　destroys　him；
As　I　was　bitten　by　a　rat
While　demonstrating　my　patent　trap；
In　my　hardware　store　that　day。
But　a　man　can　never　avenge　himself
On　the　monstrous　ogre　Life。
You　enter　the　room　　that's　being　born；
And　then　you　must　live　　work　out　your　soul；
Of　the　cross…current　in　life
Which　Bring　honor　to　the　dead；　who　lived　in　shame。

Cassius　Hueffer

THEY　have　chiseled　on　my　stone　the　words：
〃His　life　was　gentle；　and　the　elements　so　mixed　in　him
That　nature　might　stand　up　and　say　to　all　the　world；
This　was　a　man。〃
Those　who　knew　me　smile
As　they　read　this　empty　rhetoric。
My　epitaph　should　have　been：
〃Life　was　not　gentle　to　him；
And　the　elements　so　mixed　in　him
That　he　made　warfare　on　life
In　the　which　he　was　slain。〃
While　I　lived　I　could　not　cope　with　slanderous　tongues；
Now　that　I　am　dead　I　must　submit　to　an　epitaph
Graven　by　a　fool！

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
That　govern　the　processes　of　life。

Amanda　Barker

HENRY　got　me　with　child；
Knowing　that　I　could　not　bring　forth　life
Without　losing　my　own。
In　my　youth　therefore　I　entered　the　portals　of　dust。
Traveler；　it　is　believed　in　the　village　where　I　lived
That　Henry　loved　me　with　a　husband's　love
But　I　proclaim　from　the　dust
That　he　slew　me　to　gratify　his　hatred。

Chase　Henry

IN　life　I　was　the　town　drunkard；
When　I　died　the　priest　denied　me　burial
In　holy　ground。
The　which　redounded　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。
Take　note；　ye　prudent　and　pious　souls；
Of　the　crosscurrents　in　life
Which　bring　honor　to　the　dead；　who　lived　in　shame

Judge　Somers

How　does　it　happen；　tell　me；
That　I　who　was　most　erudite　of　lawyers；
Who