#spoonriveranthology

[stephaniefidis]

Day 1 - “Harmon Whitney” by Edgar Lee Masters . . . . #nationalpoetrymonth #poety #spoonriveranthology #poetrycommunity #poems https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb1Ffi-LckG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[sandropezzi]

Edgar Lee Masters – Spoon River - George Gray Molte volte ho studiato la lapide che mi hanno scolpito: una barca con vele ammainate, in un porto. In realtà non è questa la mia destinazione ma la mia vita. Perché l’amore mi si offrì e io mi ritrassi dal suo inganno; il dolore bussò alla mia porta, e io ebbi paura; l’ambizione mi chiamò, ma io temetti gli imprevisti. Malgrado tutto avevo fame di un significato nella vita. E adesso so che bisogna alzare le vele e prendere i venti del destino, dovunque spingano la barca. Dare un senso alla vita può condurre a follia ma una vita senza senso è la tortura dell’inquietudine e del vano desiderio è una barca che anela al mare eppure lo teme #spoonriveranthology #edgarleemasters #october🍁 #photography #america (presso Massachusetts, United States) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGis0elDHi6/?igshid=k5bnjsn0a5z

[michelenigrowordpresscom]

"Jones il violinista", da Edgar Lee Masters a Fabrizio De André il passo è breve... #edgarleemasters #spoonriveranthology #fabriziodeandre #esopo #jonesilviolinista #cicalaeformica https://www.instagram.com/p/B3zmow7og51/?igshid=1dkpnfq0cun17

[mitchellkriegman]

Mr Thumb is wondering what are they trying to tell me? Something about spoons? Spooning? I know ice espresso is blasphemy. #blasphemy #icedespresso #spoonriveranthology #espresso #coffee #coffeetime #coffeeshop #latte #barista #cafe #latteart #coffeelover #cappuccino #dunecoffeeroasters (at The French Press) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0qrFx1lHid/?igshid=1cecgc2mftdgb

[mattiedaisy]

“In youth my wings were strong and tireless,   But I did not know the mountains.   In age I knew the mountains   But my weary wings could not follow my vision - Genius is Wisdom & Youth.” Alexander Throckmorton from the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters @montesmethod #montesmethod #spoonriveranthology #actingcoach #actingteacher #actingtechnique #acting #actingschool (at MontesMethod) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuRHrYAgYuP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=3ar43gkj5o1b

[anaprose]

A little reading. Whatever that means. 😂 I haven't read this in years. 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 #spoonriveranthology #spoonriver #reading #read #edgarleemasters #tuesday #poetryofig #poetryporn #pornpoetry #poetsociety #amreading https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq8kdffhNXT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=skhgbr0xygt6

[sdiaz101]

Day 98: #spoonriveranthology by #edgarleemasters—the first time I realized a book of poetry could tell a story #poetry #365books #nationalpoetrymonth

[martianmuckraker]

The Spoon River Anthology

If I need a dramatic monologue, there is always something to find in the Spoon River Anthology.  It is a collection of epithets from the dead...  For your Halloween enjoyment here is the introductory poem (public domain):

WHERE are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley, The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter? All, all, are sleeping on the hill.   One passed in a fever, One was burned in a mine,          One was killed in a brawl, One died in a jail, One fell from a bridge toiling for children and wife— All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.   Where are Ella, Kate, Mag, Lizzie and Edith,  The tender heart, the simple soul, the loud, the proud, the happy one?— All, all, are sleeping on the hill.   One died in shameful child-birth, One of a thwarted love, One at the hands of a brute in a brothel,   One of a broken pride, in the search for heart’s desire, One after life in far-away London and Paris Was brought to her little space by Ella and Kate and Mag— All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.   Where are Uncle Isaac and Aunt Emily, And old Towny Kincaid and Sevigne Houghton, And Major Walker who had talked With venerable men of the revolution?— All, all, are sleeping on the hill.   They brought them dead sons from the war, And daughters whom life had crushed, And their children fatherless, crying— All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.   Where is Old Fiddler Jones Who played with life all his ninety years,  Braving the sleet with bared breast, Drinking, rioting, thinking neither of wife nor kin, Nor gold, nor love, nor heaven? Lo! he babbles of the fish-frys of long ago, Of the horse-races of long ago at Clary’s Grove, Of what Abe Lincoln said One time at Springfield.

 http://www.bartleby.com/84/index1.html