I lost my patronage in Spoon Rive… From trying to put my mind in the… To catch the soul of the person. The very best picture I ever took Was of Judge Somers, attorney at…

Did my widow flit about From Mackinac to Los Angeles, Resting and bathing and sitting an… Or more at the table over soup and… And delicate sweets and coffee?

Harry Wilmans! You who fell in a… Near Manila, following the flag, You were not wounded by the greatn… Or destroyed by ineffectual work, Or driven to madness by Satanic s…

A chaplain in the army, A chaplain in the prisons, An exhorter in Spoon River, Drunk with divinity, Spoon River— Yet bringing poor Eliza Johnson t…

Silent before the jury, Returning no word to the judge whe… If I had aught to say against the… Only shaking my head. What could I say to people who th…

I was the Sunday school superinte… The dummy president of the wagon w… And the canning factory, Acting for Thomas Rhodes and the… My son the cashier of the bank,

I was among multitudes of children Dancing at the foot of a mountain. A breeze blew out of the east and… Driving some up the slopes.... Al… Here were flying lights, and mysti…

Here! You sons of the men Who fought with Washington at Val… And whipped Black Hawk at Starve… Arise! Do battle with the descend… Who bought land in the loop when i…

Better than granite, Spoon River, Is the memory-picture you keep of… Standing before the pioneer men an… There at Concord Church on Commu… Speaking in broken voice of the pe…

(Europe Conquers America.) Strong for the strong and in his o… Half-boy, half-madman, playing wit… Usurper, hoodlum, wed to his desir… Loud in the hunt—afraid albeit to…

Who carved this shattered harp on… I died to you, no doubt. But how… Wired I and tightened and disenta… Making them sweet again—with tunin… Oh well! A harp leaps out of the…

Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis, And Doc Hill called it leucaemia— But I know what brought me here: I was sixty-four but strong as a m… Of thirty-five or forty.

Why was I not devoured by self-co… And rotted down by indifference And impotent revolt like Indignat… Why, with all of my errant steps Did I miss the fate of Willard F…

Passer-by, sin beyond any sin Is the sin of blindness of souls t… And joy beyond any joy is the joy Of having the good in you seen, an… At the miraculous moment!

In my life I was the town drunkar… When I died the priest denied me… In holy ground. The which rebounded to my good for… For the Protestants bought this l…