In mortgages； fretting all the time
About her notes and rents and papers。
That day I was sawing wood for her；
And reading Proudhon in between。
I went in the house for a drink of water；
And there she sat asleep in her chair；
And Proudhon lying on the table；
And a bottle of chloroform on the book；
She used sometimes for an aching tooth！
I poured the chloroform on a handkerchief
And held it to her nose till she died。
Oh Delia； Delia； you and Proudhon
Steadied my hand； and the coroner
Said she died of heart failure。
I married Delia and got the money
A joke on you； Spoon River？
Edmund Pollard
I WOULD I had thrust my hands of flesh
Into the diskflowers bee…infested；
Into the mirror…like core of fire
Of the light of life； the sun of delight。
For what are anthers worth or petals
Or halo…rays？ Mockeries； shadows
Of the heart of the flower； the central flame
All is yours； young passer…by；
Enter the banquet room with the thought；
Don't sidle in as if you were doubtful
Whether you're welcomethe feast is yours！
Nor take but a little； refusing more
With a bashful 〃Thank you〃； when you're hungry。
Is your soul alive？ Then let it feed！
Leave no balconies where you can climb；
Nor milk…white bosoms where you can rest；
Nor golden heads with pillows to share；
Nor wine cups while the wine is sweet；
Nor ecstasies of body or soul；
You will die； no doubt； but die while living
In depths of azure； rapt and mated；
Kissing the queen…bee； Life！
Thomas Trevelyan
READING in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys；
Son of the love of Tereus and Procne； slain
For the guilty passion of Tereus for Philomela；
The flesh of him served to Tereus by Procne；
And the wrath of Tereus； the murderess pursuing
Till the gods made Philomela a nightingale；
Lute of the rising moon； and Procne a swallow
Oh livers and artists of Hellas centuries gone；
Sealing in little thuribles dreams and wisdom；
Incense beyond all price； forever fragrant；
A breath whereof makes clear the eyes of the soul
How I inhaled its sweetness here in Spoon River！
The thurible opening when I had lived and learned
How all of us kill the children of love； and all of us；
Knowing not what we do； devour their flesh；
And all of us change to singers； although it be
But once in our lives； or changealas！to swallows；
To twitter amid cold winds and falling leaves！
Percival Sharp
OBSERVE the clasped hands！
Are they hands of farewell or greeting；
Hands that I helped or hands that helped me？
Would it not be well to carve a hand
With an inverted thumb； like Elagabalus？
And yonder is a broken chain；
The weakest…link idea perhaps mbut what was it？
And lambs； some lying down；
Others standing； as if listening to the shepherd
Others bearing a cross； one foot lifted up
Why not chisel a few shambles？
And fallen columns！
Carve the pedestal； please；
Or the foundations； let us see the cause of the fall。
And compasses and mathematical instruments；
In irony of the under tenants； ignorance
Of determinants and the calculus of variations。
And anchors； for those who never sailed。
And gates ajaryes； so they were；
You left them open and stray goats entered your garden。
And an eye watching like one of the Arimaspi
So did youwith one eye。
And angels blowing trumpetsyou are heralded
It is your horn and your angel and your family's estimate。
It is all very well； but for myself
I know I stirred certain vibrations in Spoon River
Which are my true epitaph； more lasting than stone。
Hiram Scates
I TRIED to win the nomination
For president of the County…board
And I made speeches all over the County
Denouncing Solomon Purple； my rival；
As an enemy of the people；
In league with the master…foes of man。
Young idealists； broken warriors；
Hobbling on one crutch of hope；
Souls that stake their all on the truth；
Losers of worlds at heaven's bidding；
Flocked about me and followed my voice
As the savior of the County。
But Solomon won the nomination；
And then I faced about；
And rallied my followers to his standard；
And made him victor； made him King
Of the Golden Mountain with the door
Which closed on my heels just as I entered；
Flattered by Solomon's invitation；
To be the Countyboard's secretary。
And out in the cold stood all my followers：
Young idealists； broken warriors
Hobbling on one crutch of hope
Souls that staked their all on the truth；
Losers of worlds at heaven's bidding；
Watching the Devil kick the Millennium
Over the Golden Mountain。
Peleg Poague
HORSES and men are just alike。
There was my stallion； Billy Lee；
Black as a cat and trim as a deer；
With an eye of fire； keen to start；
And he could hit the fastest speed
Of any racer around Spoon River。
But just as you'd think he couldn't lose；
With his lead of fifty yards or more；
He'd rear himself and throw the rider；
And fall back over； tangled up；
Completely gone to pieces。
You see he was a perfect fraud：
He couldn't win； he couldn't work；
He was too light to haul or plow with；
And no one wanted colts from him。
And when I tried to drive himwell；
He ran away and killed me。
Jeduthan Hawley
THERE would be a knock at the door
And I would arise at midnight and go to the shop；
Where belated travelers would hear me hammering
Sepulchral boards and tacking satin。
And often I wondered who would go with me
To the distant land； our names the theme
For talk； in the same week； for I've observed
Two always go together。
Chase Henry was paired with Edith Conant；
And Jonathan Somers with Willie Metcalf；
And Editor Hamblin with Francis Turner；
When he prayed to live longer than Editor Whedon；
And Thomas Rhodes with widow McFarlane；
And Emily Sparks with Barry Holden；
And Oscar Hummel with Davis Matlock；
And Editor Whedon with Fiddler Jones；
And Faith Matheny with Dorcas Gustine。
And l； the solemnest man in town；
Stepped off with Daisy Fraser。
Abel Melveny
I BOUGHT every kind of machine that's known
Grinders； shellers； planters； mowers；
Mills and rakes and ploughs and threshers
And all of them stood in the rain and sun；
Getting rusted； warped and battered；
For I had no sheds to store them in；
And no use for most of them。
And toward the last； when I thought it over；
There by my window； growing clearer
About myself； as my pulse slowed down；
And looked at one of the mills I bought
Which I didn't have the slightest need of；
As things turned out； and I never ran
A fine machine； once brightly varnished；
And eager to do its work；
Now with its paint washed off
I saw myself as a good machine
That Life had never used。
Oaks Tutt
MY mother was for woman's rights
And my father was the rich miller at London Mills。
I dreamed of the wrongs of the world and wanted to right them。
When my father died； I set out to see peoples and countries
In order to learn how to reform the world。
I traveled through many lands。 I saw the ruins of Rome
And the ruins of Athens； And the ruins of Thebes。
And I sat by moonlight amid the necropolis of Memphis。
There I was caught up by wings of flame；
And a voice from heaven said to me：
〃Injustice； Untruth destroyed them。
Go forth Preach Justice！ Preach Truth！〃
And I hastened back to Spoon River
To say farewell to my mother before beginning my work。
They all saw a strange light in my eye。
And by and by； when I taIked； they discovered
What had come in my mind。
Then Jonathan Swift Somers challenged me to debate
The subject； （I taking the negative）：
〃Pontius Pilate； the Greatest Philosopher of the World。〃
And he won the debate by saying at last；
〃Before you reform the world； Mr。 Tutt
Please answer the question of Pontius Pilate：
〃What is Truth？〃
Elliott Hawkins
I LOOKED like Abraham Lincoln。
I was one of you； Spoon River； in all fellowship；
But standing for the rights of property and for order。
A regular church attendant；
Sometimes appearing in your town meetings to warn you
Against the evils of discontent and envy
And to denounce those who tried to destroy the Union；
And to point to the peril of the Knights of Labor。
My success and my example are inevitable influences
In your young men and in generations to come；
In spite of attacks of newspapers like the Clarion；
A regular visitor at Springfield
When the Legislature was in session
To prevent raids upon the railroads
And the men building up the state。
Trusted by them and by you； Spoon River； equally
In spite of the whispers that I was a lobbyist。
Moving quietly through the world； rich and courted。
Dying at last； of course； but lying here
Under a stone with an open book carved upon it
And the words 〃Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven。〃
And now； you world…savers； who reaped nothing in life
And in death have neither stones nor epitaphs；
How do you like your silence from mouths stopped
With the dust of my triumphant career？
Enoch Dunlap
How many times； during the twenty years
I was your leader； friends of Spoon River；
Did you neglect the convention and caucus；
And leave the burden on my hands
Of guarding and saving the people's cause？
Sometimes because you were ill；
Or your grandmother was ill；
Or you drank too much and fell asleep；
Or else you said： 〃He is our leader；
All will be well； he fights for us；
We have nothing to do but follow。〃
But oh； how you cursed me when I fell；
And cursed me； saying I had betrayed you；
In leaving the caucus room for a moment；
When the people's enemies； there assembled；
Waited and watched for a chance to destroy
The Sacred Rights of the People。
You common rabble！ I left the caucus
To go to the urinal。
Ida Frickey
NOTHlNG in life is alien to you：
I was a penniless girl from Summum
Who stepped from the morning train in Spoon River。
All the houses stood before me with closed doors
And drawn shadesl was barred out；
I had no place or part in any of them。
And I walked past the old McNeely mansion；
A castle of stone Omid walks and gardens
With workmen about the place on guard
And the County and State upholding it
For its lordly owner； full of pride。
I was so hungry I had a vision：
I saw a giant pair of scissors
Dip from the sky； like the beam of a dredge；
And cut the house in two like a curtain。
But at the 〃Commercial〃 I saw a man
Who winked at me as I asked for work