| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 222. Spoon River Anthology |
| | | Editor Whedon |
| | | By Edgar Lee Masters |
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| TO be able to see every side of every question; | |
| To be on every side, to be everything, to be nothing long; | |
| To pervert truth, to ride it for a purpose, | |
| To use great feelings and passions of the human family | |
| For base designs, for cunning ends, | 5 |
| To wear a mask like the Greek actors | |
| Your eight-page paperbehind which you huddle, | |
| Bawling through the megaphone of big type: | |
| This is I, the giant. | |
| Thereby also living the life of a sneak-thief, | 10 |
| Poisoned with the anonymous words | |
| Of your clandestine soul. | |
| To scratch dirt over scandal for money, | |
| And exhume it to the winds for revenge, | |
| Or to sell papers | 15 |
| Crushing reputations, or bodies, if need be, | |
| To win at any cost, save your own life. | |
| To glory in demoniac power, ditching civilization, | |
| As a paranoiac boy puts a log on the track | |
| And derails the express train. | 20 |
| To be an editor, as I was | |
| Then to lie here close by the river over the place | |
| Where the sewage flows from the village, | |
| And the empty cans and garbage are dumped, | |
| And abortions are hidden. | 25 |
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