Mrs. Merritt

    Silent before the jury
    Returning no word to the judge when he asked me
    If I had aught to say against the sentence,
    Only shaking my head.
    What could I say to people who thought
    That a woman of thirty-five was at fault
    When her lover of nineteen killed her husband?
    Even though she had said to him over and over,
    "Go away, Elmer, go far away,
    I have maddened your brain with the gift of my body:
    You will do some terrible thing."
    And just as I feared, he killed my husband;
    With which I had nothing to do, before
    God Silent for thirty years in prison
    And the iron gates of Joliet
    Swung as the gray and silent trusties
    Carried me out in a coffin.

Edgar Lee Masters

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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    I was sick, but more than that, I was mad
    At the crooked police, and the crooked game of life.
    So I wrote to the Chief of Police at Peoria:
    "l am here in my girlhood home in Spoon River,
    Gradually wasting away.
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The Governor

    I'm home at last. How long were you asleep?
    I startled you. The time? It's midnight past.
    Put on your slippers and your robe, my dear,
    And make some coffee for me - what a night!
    Yes, tell you? I shall tell you everything.
    I must tell someone, and a wife should know
    The workings of a governor's mind - no one
    Could guess what turned the scale to save this man
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    Elenor Murray stole away from Nice
    Before her furlough ended, tense to see
    Something of Italy, and planned to go
    To Genoa, explore the ancient town
    Of Christopher Columbus, if she might
    Elude the regulation, as she did,
    In leaving Nice for Italy. But for her
    Always the dream, and always the defeat
    Of what she dreamed.

    She found herself in Florence
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    Of labor and her illness came again
    At intervals, and on such days she lay
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