Trainor, the Druggist

    Only the chemist can tell, and not always the chemist,
    What will result from compounding
    Fluids or solids.
    And who can tell
    How men and women will interact
    On each other, or what children will result?
    There were Benjamin Pantier and his wife,
    Good in themselves, but evil toward each other;
    He oxygen, she hydrogen,
    Their son, a devastating fire.
    I Trainor, the druggist, a miser of chemicals,
    Killed while making an experiment,
    Lived unwedded.

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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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Chemist To His Love, The

I love thee, Mary, and thou lovest me,
Our mutual flame is like th' affinity
That doth exist between two simple bodies:
I am Potassium to thine Oxygen.
'Tis little that the holy marriage vow
Shall shortly make us one. That unity
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And we of Lime composed a Phosphuret.
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Mrs. Benjamin Pantier

    I know that he told that I snared his soul
    With a snare which bled him to death.
    And all the men loved him,
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    And loathe the smell of whiskey and onions,
    And the rhythm of Wordsworth's "Ode" runs in your ears,
    While he goes about from morning till night
    Repeating bits of that common thing;
    "Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?"
    And then, suppose;
    You are a woman well endowed,
    And the only man with whom the law and morality
    Permit you to have the marital relation
    Is the very man that fills you with disgust
    Every time you think of it    while you think of it
    Every time you see him?
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Lucius Atherton

    When my moustache curled,
    And my hair was black,
    And I wore tight trousers
    And a diamond stud,
    I was an excellent knave of hearts and took many a trick.
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Walter Simmons

    My parents thought that I would be
    As great as Edison or greater:
    For as a boy I made balloons
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    And telephones of cans and thread.
    I played the cornet and painted pictures,
    Modeled in clay and took the part
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Mrs. Williams

    I was the milliner
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    And buckles and feathers
    And leghorns and felts,
    To set off sweet faces,
    And dark hair and gold.
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    And one I will ask:
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    And fashionable hats.
    Wives, wear them yourselves.
    Hats may make divorces -
    They also prevent them.
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