If you in the village think that my work was a good one,
Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards,
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Better than granite, Spoon River,
Is the memory-picture you keep of me
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I bought every kind of machine that's known --
Grinders, shellers, planters, mowers,
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I never saw any difference
Between playing cards for money
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I was crushed between Altgeld and Armour.
I lost many friends, much time and money
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Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard one
Because his children were all failures.
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In youth my wings were strong and tireless,
But I did not know the mountains.
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They laughed at me as "Prof. Moon,"
As a boy in Spoon River, born with the thirst
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Why was I not devoured by self-contempt,
And rotted down by indifference
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Henry got me with child,
Knowing that I could not bring forth life
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Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush
In a forgotten place near the fence
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Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye -- Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears--
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(America Conquers Europe.) Foul shapes that hate the day, again grown bold,
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(Europe Conquers America.) Strong for the strong and in his own conceit;
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Not "a youth with hoary head and haggard eye,"
But an old man with a smooth skin
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Not character, not fortitude, not patience
Were mine, the which the village thought I had
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In my Spanish cloak,
And old slouch hat,
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Over and over they used to ask me,
While buying the wine or the beer,
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Out of me unworthy and unknown
The vibrations of deathless music;
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Both for the country and for the man,
And for a country as well as a man,
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I loathed you, Spoon River. I tried to rise above you,
I was ashamed of you. I despised you
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Did you ever see an alligator
Come up to the air from the mud,
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It matters not what place he drew At first life's mortal breath,
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'Twas the shrunken soul of the traitor That whined in a coign of the dark;
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Tell me ye King-craft of to-day Where is Athens, who made men free;
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Flag of the great republic, banner of men who were free! Carried aloft for freedom in many a bloody gorge;
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If the excursion train to Peoria
Had just been wrecked, I might have escaped with my life --
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The very fall my sister Nancy Knapp
Set fire to the house
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Did my widow flit about
From Mackinac to Los Angeles,
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Their spirits beat upon mine
Like the wings of a thousand butterflies.
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