And I never started to plow in my life That some one did not stop in the road And take me away to a dance or picnic. If with some one with whom you have known passion And the glow of youthful love, You also, after years of life Together, feel the sinking of the fire And thus fade away together, Gradually, faintly, delicately, As it were in each other's arms, Passing from the familiar room-- That is a power of unison between souls Like love itself! Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin, And no children shall worship at my grave. If a poem mentioned another person you wanted to wait and see if you ever met that person before, and what their story was. In the strife of Freedom slain! Hence it is fitting the workman Who tried to chisel a dove for me Made it look more like a chicken. That was my way of going into bankruptcy.
Out of all the characters, who do you believe was happiest in their life? That story just appealed to me. Masters' use of figurative language is excellent and helps us create a narrative for all these characters, even when their poems last no more than a page. Stepping out of a narrow line leads to trouble, but doing whatever one wishes is what God should be proud of. He doesn't run, doesn't fight. Look back at Tom Merritt's poem. He was the town doctor who helped many people and was very respected.
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. But there was the old, old problem: Should it be celibacy, matrimony or unchastity? Well now, let me ask you: If all of the children, born here in Spoon River Had been reared by the County, somewhere on a farm; And the fathers and mothers had been given their freedom To live and enjoy, change mates if they wished, Do you think that Spoon River Had been any the worse? If the book had been divided into sections and each of the characters shared an opinion on a certain character or event in each section, I think the book would've been easier and more enjoyable to read. Milton Miles -- Julia Miller -- Georgine Sand Miner -- Alfred Moir -- Professor Newcomer -- Andy The Night-Watch -- Isa Nutter -- Mabel Osborne -- John Hancock Otis -- Benjamin Pantier -- Mrs. Tom Merritt met his fate feeling both the pull of murderous revenge and the tragic coincidence of being unprepared for the fatal confrontation; finding himself on the wrong side of it when it came. Or gather hazel nuts among the thickets On Aaron Hatfield's farm when the frosts begin? When the beloved one withdraws itself from your soul Then you have lost your soul.
The Merritts haven't lived together as long as the Matlocks, and haven't built up experience on how couples can stay together through hard times. Or could she really have just been happy the whole time? Harry killed himself after a debauch, Susan was divorced-- I sat under my cedar tree. For I raised a brood of eagles Who flew away at last, leaving me A crow on the abandoned bough. The face of what I was, the face of what he made me! Paul was invalided from over study, Mary became a recluse at home for love of a man-- I sat under my cedar tree. Henry Bindle, Nicholas Blind Jack Bliss, Mrs.
Save that a man has an angel's brain, And sees the ax from the first! You are submerged in the tub of yourself-- Taboos and rules and appearances, Are the staves of your tub. I learned that characters could be very unique and still somehow connect together, like all the people did. There is not much known about this man besides the few obvious facts, but this man is more questions than answers. Of course, while she's telling the judge of Spoon River her side of the story, she claims she told her lover to step off, and she had no idea her lover counterpart had a part in Tom's murder. I enjoyed the idea that these people had a voice, even from their graves.
The authors poetry perspective was something different than any story, monologue made for a fictional character. Merritt says he intended to kill Karr on sight, but he ended up coming upon Karr unexpectedly, and Karr shot him. Somehow the people of Spoon River managed, though. Elmer did not heed her advice and Mrs. She took the pity from my heart, And made it into smiles. And you wondered in a trance of thought What he knew, what he desired, and why he lived at all. Amanda Barker does not equivocate or hedge, and you know exactly at the end of her brutally candid account which way things have fallen.
For years I was his mistress--no one knew. Oh, ye souls who have made life Fragrant and white as tube roses From earth's dark soil, Eternal peace! So we stuck to the end of the path. I personally enjoyed reading the collection of internal monologue poems by Edgar Lee Masters entitled Spoon River Anthology. And what did we talk of? There is no marriage in heaven But there is love. They are in the form of epitaphs in a kind of 'free verse'. A group of poems can be used to tell one story with many points of view or many stories focused around a similar event, person, etc.
I additionally thought the story was interesting because often, he would put two characters that knew each other eg. To put meaning in one's life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire-- It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid. He says through his diligence and regular attending of church he became the attorney for the richest man in town and then became county judge. It doesn't really matter where you put them, because all it takes to make a meaningful piece is to develop your character. Merritt was falsely accused of murdering her husband, Tom Merritt.
He had a wife and his kids were well raised and married, doing good in the world. A gray-haired magnate Went mad about me--so another fortune. This is life's sorrow: That one can be happy only where two are; And that our hearts are drawn to stars Which want us not. You saw me only as a run-down man With matted hair and beard And ragged clothes. But I could not look in your eyes, And you could not look in my eyes, For such sorrow was ours--the beginning of gray in your hair. The elderly, however, tend to want that slow pace and are far more content. Theodore the Poet As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours On the shore of the turbid Spoon With deep-set eye staring at the door of the crawfish's burrow, Waiting for him to appear, pushing ahead, First his waving antennae, like straws of hay, And soon his body, colored like soap-stone, Gemmed with eyes of jet.
Like I said before, the whole concept of the interlocking characters within a small village and the real aspect of writing poems to a person's ingraved name are both just fantastic ideas and I hope I can use them in future works and come up with my own works that have their own unique background stories like these. Of course, while she's telling the judge of Spoon River her side of the story, she claims she told her lover to step off, and she had no idea her lover counterpart had a part in Tom's murder. Henry Bennett -- Nicholas Bindle -- Mrs. Silent for thirty years in prison! Reading it in sections proved to be easier for me. Hats may make divorces-- They also prevent them. Who cheated on their spouse? Each member of the group should take on a specific role for each play.