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To wear a mask like the Greek actors
Your eight…page paper behind which you huddle;
Bawling through the megaphone of big type:
〃This is I; the giant。〃
Thereby also living the life of a sneak…thief;
Poisoned with the anonymous words
Of your clandestine soul。
To scratch dirt over scandal for money;
And exhume it to the winds for revenge;
Or to sell papers;
Crushing reputations; or bodies; if need be;
To win at any cost; save your own life。
To glory in demoniac power; ditching civilization;
As a paranoiac boy puts a log on the track
And derails the express train。
To be an editor; as I was。
Then to lie here close by the river over the place
Where the sewage flows from the village;
And the empty cans and garbage are dumped;
And abortions are hidden。

Eugene Carman

RHODES; slave! Selling shoes and gingham;
Flour and bacon; overalls; clothing; all day long
For fourteen hours a day for three hundred and thirteen days
For more than twenty years。
Saying 〃Yes'm〃 and 〃Yes; sir〃; and 〃Thank you〃
A thousand times a day; and all for fifty dollars a month。
Living in this stinking room in the rattle…trap 〃Commercial。〃
And compelled to go to Sunday School; and to listen
To the Rev。 Abner Peet one hundred and four times a year
For more than an hour at a time;
Because Thomas Rhodes ran the church
As well as the store and the bank。
So while I was tying my neck…tie that morning
I suddenly saw myself in the glass:
My hair all gray; my face like a sodden pie。
So I cursed and cursed: You damned old thing
You cowardly dog! You rotten pauper!
You Rhodes' slave! Till Roger Baughman
Thought I was having a fight with some one;
And looked through the transom just in time
To see me fall on the floor in a heap
From a broken vein in my head。

Clarence Fawcett

THE sudden death of Eugene Carman
Put me in line to be promoted to fifty dollars a month;
And I told my wife and children that night。
But it didn't come; and so I thought
Old Rhodes suspected me of stealing
The blankets I took and sold on the side
For money to pay a doctor's bill for my little girl。
Then like a bolt old Rhodes accused me;
And promised me mercy for my family's sake
If I confessed; and so I confessed;
And begged him to keep it out of the papers;
And I asked the editors; too。
That night at home the constable took me
And every paper; except the Clarion;
Wrote me up as a thief
Because old Rhodes was an advertiser
And wanted to make an example of me。
Oh! well; you know how the children cried;
And how my wife pitied and hated me;
And how I came to lie here。

W。 Lloyd Garrison Standard

VEGETARIAN; nonresistant; free…thinker; in ethics a Christian;
Orator apt at the rhine…stone rhythm of Ingersoll。
Carnivorous; avenger; believer and pagan。
Continent; promiscuous; changeable; treacherous; vain;
Proud; with the pride that makes struggle a thing for laughter;
With heart cored out by the worm of theatric despair。
Wearing the coat of indifference to hide the shame of defeat;
I; child of the abolitionist idealism
A sort of Brand in a birth of half…and…half。
What other thing could happen when I defended
The patriot scamps who burned the court house
That Spoon River might have a new one
Than plead them guilty?
When Kinsey Keene drove through
The cardboard mask of my life with a spear of light;
What could I do but slink away; like the beast of myself
Which I raised from a whelp; to a corner and growl?
The pyramid of my life was nought but a dune;
Barren and formless; spoiled at last by the storm。

Professor Newcomer

EVERYONE laughed at Col。 Prichard
For buying an engine so powerful
That it wrecked itself; and wrecked the grinder
He ran it with。
But here is a joke of cosmic size:
The urge of nature that made a man
Evolve from his brain a spiritual life
Oh miracle of the world!
The very same brain with which the ape and wolf
Get food and shelter and procreate themselves。
Nature has made man do this;
In a world where she gives him nothing to do
After all (though the strength of his soul goes round
In a futile waste of power。
To gear itself to the mills of the gods)
But get food and shelter and procreate himself!

Ralph Rhodes

ALL they said was true:
I wrecked my father's bank with my loans
To dabble in wheat; but this was true
I was buying wheat for him as well;
Who couldn't margin the deal in his name
Because of his church relationship。
And while George Reece was serving his term
I chased the will…o…the…wisp of women
And the mockery of wine in New York。
It's deathly to sicken of wine and women
When nothing else is left in life。
But suppose your head is gray; and bowed
On a table covered with acrid stubs
Of cigarettes and empty glasses;
And a knock is heard; and you know it's the knock
So long drowned out by popping corks
And the pea…cock screams of demireps
And you look up; and there's your Theft;
Who waited until your head was gray;
And your heart skipped beats to say to you:
The game is ended。 I've called for you;
Go out on Broadway and be run over;
They'll ship you back to Spoon River。

Mickey M'Grew

IT was just like everything else in life:
Something outside myself drew me down;
My own strength never failed me。
Why; there was the time I earned the money
With which to go away to school;
And my father suddenly needed help
And I had to give him all of it。
Just so it went till I ended up
A man…ofall…work in Spoon River。
Thus when I got the water…tower cleaned;
And they hauled me up the seventy feet;
I unhooked the rope from my waist;
And laughingly flung my giant arms
Over the smooth steel lips of the top of the tower
But they slipped from the treacherous slime;
 And down; down; down; I plunged
Through bellowing darkness!

Rosie Roberts

I WAS sick; but more than that; I was mad
At the crooked police; and the crooked game of life。
So I wrote to the Chief of Police at Peoria:
〃l am here in my girlhood home in Spoon River;
Gradually wasting away。
But come and take me; I killed the son
Of the merchant prince; in Madam Lou's
And the papers that said he killed himself
In his home while cleaning a hunting gun
Lied like the devil to hush up scandal
For the bribe of advertising。
In my room I shot him; at Madam Lou's;
Because he knocked me down when I said
That; in spite of all the money he had;
I'd see my lover that night。〃

Oscar Hummel

I STAGGERED on through darkness;
There was a hazy sky; a few stars
Which I followed as best I could。
It was nine o'clock; I was trying to get home。
But somehow I was lost;
Though really keeping the road。
Then I reeled through a gate and into a yard;
And called at the top of my voice:
〃Oh; Fiddler! Oh; Mr。 Jones!〃
(I thought it was his house and he would show me the way home。 )
But who should step out but A。 D。 Blood;
In his night shirt; waving a stick of wood;
And roaring about the cursed saloons;
And the criminals they made?
〃You drunken Oscar Hummel〃; he said;
As I stood there weaving to and fro;
Taking the blows from the stick in his hand
Till I dropped down dead at his feet。

Josiah Tompkins

I WAS well known and much beloved
And rich; as fortunes are reckoned
In Spoon River; where I had lived and worked。
That was the home for me;
Though all my children had flown afar
Which is the way of Natureall but one。
The boy; who was the baby; stayed at home;
To be my help in my failing years
And the solace of his mother。
But I grew weaker; as he grew stronger;
And he quarreled with me about the business;
And his wife said I was a hindrance to it;
And he won his mother to see as he did;
Till they tore me up to be transplanted
With them to her girlhood home in Missouri。
And so much of my fortune was gone at last;
Though I made the will just as he drew it;
He profited little by it。

Roscoe Purkapile

SHE loved me。
Oh! how she loved me I never had a chance to escape
From the day she first saw me。
But then after we were married I thought
She might prove her mortality and let me out;
Or she might divorce me。 But few die; none resign。
Then I ran away and was gone a year on a lark。
But she never complained。 She said all would be well
That I would return。 And I did return。
I told her that while taking a row in a boat
I had been captured near Van Buren Street
By pirates on Lake Michigan;
And kept in chains; so I could not write her。
She cried and kissed me; and said it was cruel;
Outrageous; inhuman! I then concluded our marriage
Was a divine dispensation
And could not be dissolved;
Except by death。
I was right。

Mrs。 Purkapile

HE ran away and was gone for a year。
When he came home he told me the silly story
Of being kidnapped by pirates on Lake Michigan
And kept in chains so he could not write me。
I pretended to believe it; though I knew very well
What he was doing; and that he met
The milliner; Mrs。 Williams; now and then
When she went to the city to buy goods; as she said。
But a promise is a promise
And marriage is marriage;
And out of respect for my own character
I refused to be drawn into a divorce
By the scheme of a husband who had merely grown tired
Of his marital vow and duty。

Mrs。 Kessler

MR。 KESSLER; you know; was in the army;
And he dre

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