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Almost as if an intangible Nemesis or hatred
Were marking scores against me；
But to destroy； and not preserve； my memory。
I in life was the Circuit judge； a maker of notches；
Deciding cases on the points the lawyers scored；
Not on the right of the matter。
O wind and rain； leave my head…stone alone
For worse than the anger of the wronged；
The curses of the poor；
Was to lie speechless； yet with vision clear；
Seeing that even Hod Putt； the murderer；
Hanged by my sentence；
Was innocent in soul compared with me。
Blind Jack
I HAD fiddled all day at the county fair。
But driving home 〃Butch〃 Weldy and Jack McGuire；
Who were roaring full； made me fiddle and fiddle
To the song of Susie Skinner； while whipping the horses
Till they ran away。 Blind as I was； I tried to get out
As the carriage fell in the ditch；
And was caught in the wheels and killed。
There's a blind man here with a brow
As big and white as a cloud。
And all we fiddlers； from highest to lowest；
Writers of music and tellers of stories
Sit at his feet；
And hear him sing of the fall of Troy。
John Horace Burleson
I WON the prize essay at school
Here in the village；
And published a novel before I was twenty…five。
I went to the city for themes and to enrich my art；
There married the banker's daughter；
And later became president of the bank
Always looking forward to some leisure
To write an epic novel of the war。
Meanwhile friend of the great； and lover of letters；
And host to Matthew Arnold and to Emerson。
An after dinner speaker； writing essays
For local clubs。 At last brought here
My boyhood home； you know
Not even a little tablet in Chicago
To keep my name alive。
How great it is to write the single line：
〃Roll on； thou deep and dark blue Ocean； roll！〃
Nancy Knapp
WELL； don't you see this was the way of it：
We bought the farm with what he inherited；
And his brothers and sisters accused him of poisoning
His fathers mind against the rest of them。
And we never had any peace with our treasure。
The murrain took the cattle； and the crops failed。
And lightning struck the granary。
So we mortgaged the farm to keep going。
And he grew silent and was worried all the time。
Then some of the neighbors refused to speak to us；
And took sides with his brothers and sisters。
And I had no place to turn； as one may say to himself；
At an earlier time in life；
〃No matter； So and so is my friend； or I can shake this off
With a little trip to Decatur。〃
Then the dreadfulest smells infested the rooms。
So I set fire to the beds and the old witch…house
Went up in a roar of flame；
As I danced in the yard with waving arms；
While he wept like a freezing steer。
Barry Holden
THE very fall my sister Nancy Knapp
Set fire to the house
They were trying Dr。 Duval
For the murder of Zora Clemens；
And I sat in the court two weeks
Listening to every witness。
It was clear he had got her in a family
And to let the child be born
Would not do。
Well； how about me with eight children；
And one coming； and the farm
Mortgaged to Thomas Rhodes？
And when I got home that night；
（After listening to the story of the buggy ride；
And the finding of Zora in the ditch；）
The first thing I saw； right there by the steps；
Where the boys had hacked for angle worms；
Was the hatchet！
And just as I entered there was my wife；
Standing before me； big with child。
She started the talk of the mortgaged farm；
And I killed her。
State's Attorney Fallas
l； THE scourge…wielder； balance…wrecker；
Smiter with whips and swords；
I； hater of the breakers of the law；
I； legalist； inexorable and bitter；
Driving the jury to hang the madman； Barry Holden；
Was made as one dead by light too bright for eyes；
And woke to face a Truth with bloody brow：
Steel forceps fumbled by a doctor's hand
Against my boy's head as he entered life
Made him an idiot。 I turned to books of science
To care for him。
That's how the world of those whose minds are sick
Became my work in life； and all my world。
Poor ruined boy！ You were； at last； the potter
And I and all my deeds of charity
The vessels of your hand。
Wendell P。 Bloyd
THEY first charged me with disorderly conduct；
There being no statute on blasphemy。
Later they locked me up as insane
Where I was beaten to death by a Catholic guard。
My offense was this：
I said God lied to Adam； and destined him
To lead the life of a fool；
Ignorant that there is evil in the world as well as good。
And when Adam outwitted God by eating the apple
And saw through the lie；
God drove him out of Eden to keep him from taking
The fruit of immortal life。
For Christ's sake； you sensible people；
Here's what God Himself says about it in the book of Genesis：
〃And the Lord God said； behold the man
Is become as one of us〃 （a little envy； you see）；
〃To know good and evil〃 （The all…is…good lie exposed）：
〃And now lest he put forth his hand and take
Also of the tree of life and eat； and live forever：
Therefore the Lord God sent Him forth from the garden of Eden。〃 （The
reason I believe God crucified His Own Son
To get out of the wretched tangle is； because it sounds just like Him。 ）
Francis Turner
I COULD not run or play In boyhood。
In manhood I could only sip the cup；
Not drink For scarlet…fever left my heart diseased。
Yet I lie here
Soothed by a secret none but Mary knows：
There is a garden of acacia；
Catalpa trees； and arbors sweet with vines
There on that afternoon in June By Mary's side
Kissing her with my soul upon my lips
It suddenly took flight。
Franklin Jones
IF I could have lived another year
I could have finished my flying machine；
And become rich and famous。
Hence it is fitting the workman
Who tried to chisel a dove for me
Made it look more like a chicken。
For what is it all but being hatched；
And running about the yard；
To the day of the block？
Save that a man has an angel's brain；
And sees the ax from the first！
John M。 Church
I WAS attorney for the 〃Q〃
And the Indemnity Company which insured
The owners of the mine。
I pulled the wires with judge and jury；
And the upper courts； to beat the claims
Of the crippled； the widow and orphan；
And made a fortune thereat。
The bar association sang my praises In a high…flown resolution。
And the floral tributes were many
But the rats devoured my heart
And a snake made a nest in my skull
Russian Sonia
I； BORN in Weimar
Of a mother who was French
And German father； a most learned professor；
Orphaned at fourteen years；
Became a dancer； known as Russian Sonia；
All up and down the boulevards of Paris；
Mistress betimes of sundry dukes and counts；
And later of poor artists and of poets。
At forty years； pass？e； I sought New York
And met old Patrick Hummer on the boat；
Red…faced and hale； though turned his sixtieth year；
Returning after having sold a ship…load
Of cattle in the German city； Hamburg。
He brought me to Spoon River and we lived here
For twenty yearsthey thought that we were married
This oak tree near me is the favorite haunt
Of blue jays chattering； chattering all the day。
And why not？ for my very dust is laughing
For thinking of the humorous thing called life。
Barney Hainsfeather
IF the excursion