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.

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Edgar Lee Masters was an American poet, biographer, and dramatist. Born in Kansas and raised in Illinois, Masters is best known for his collection of poems entitled "Spoon River Anthology" (1915), which is a series of epitaphs of residents of the fictional small town of Spoon River. His works reflect the everyday lives and frustrations of middle America. Masters also practiced law and wrote biographies for historical figures such as Abraham Lincoln and Mark Twain.

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John Hancock Otis

    As to democracy, fellow citizens,
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    Was second to none in Spoon River
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E. C. Culbertson

    Is it true, Spoon River,
    That in the hall - way of the New Court House
    There is a tablet of bronze
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    Of Editor Whedon and Thomas Rhodes?
    And is it true that my successful labors
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Henry C. Calhoun

    I reached the highest place in Spoon River,
    But through what bitterness of spirit!
    The face of my father, sitting speechless,
    Child-like, watching his canaries,
    And looking at the court-house window
    Of the county judge's room,
    And his admonitions to me to seek
    My own in life, and punish Spoon River
    To avenge the wrong the people did him,
    Filled me with furious energy
    To seek for wealth and seek for power.
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Silas Dement

    It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled
    With new-fallen frost.
    It was midnight and not a soul abroad.
    Out of the chimney of the court-house
    A gray-hound of smoke leapt and chased
    The northwest wind.
    I carried a ladder to the landing of the stairs
    And leaned it against the frame of the trap-door
    In the ceiling of the portico,
    And I crawled under the roof and amid the rafters
    And flung among the seasoned timbers
    A lighted handful of oil-soaked waste.
    Then I came down and slunk away.
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    And Martin Vise, and began to fight
    To settle their ancient rivalry,
    Striking each other with fists that sounded
    Like the blows of knotted clubs.
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    When his bloody face broke into a grin
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