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| 2641. | Henry Phipps by Edgar Lee Masters> | | I was the Sunday school superintendent,
The dummy president of the wagon works
And the canning factory,
Acting for Thomas Rhodes and the banking cl... |
| 2642. | Edmund Pollard by Edgar Lee Masters> | | I would I had thrust my hands of flesh
Into the disk-flowers bee-infested,
Into the mirror-like core of fire
Of the light of life, the sun of delig... |
| 2643. | Henry Tripp by Edgar Lee Masters> | | The bank broke and I lost my savings.
I was sick of the tiresome game in Spoon River
And I made up my mind to run away
And leave my place in life a... |
| 2644. | Ralph Rhodes by Edgar Lee Masters> | | 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 ... |
| 2645. | Theodore the Poet by Edgar Lee Masters> | | As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours
On the shore of the turbid Spoon
With deep-set eye staring at the door of the crawfish's burrow,
Waiting... |
| 2646. | Joseph Dixon by Edgar Lee Masters> | | Who carved this shattered harp on my stone?
I died to you, no doubt. But how many harps and pianos
Wired I and tightened and disentangled for you,
... |
| 2647. | Penniwit, the Artist by Edgar Lee Masters> | | I lost my patronage in Spoon River
From trying to put my mind in the camera
To catch the soul of the person.
The very best picture I ever took
Was... |
| 2648. | Tennessee Claflin Shope by Edgar Lee Masters> | | I was the laughing-stock of the village,
Chiefly of the people of good sense, as they call themselves --
Also of the learned, like Rev. Peet, who re... |
| 2649. | Professor Newcomer by Edgar Lee Masters> | | 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 j... |
| 2650. | Ippolit Konovaloff by Edgar Lee Masters> | | I was a gun-smith in Odessa.
One night the police broke in the room
Where a group of us were reading Spencer.
And seized our books and arrested us.... |
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