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Spoon River Anthology
Contents:
Petit, the Poet
SEEDS in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel—
Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens—
But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof.
Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Ballades by the score with the same old thought:
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished;
And what is love but a rose that fades?
Life all around me here in the village:
Tragedy, comedy, valor and truth,
Courage, constancy, heroism, failure—
All in the loom, and oh what patterns!
Woodlands, meadows, streams and rivers—
Blind to all of it all my life long.
Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick, Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics,
While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines?
Contents:
Chicago: Edgar Lee Masters, "Petit, the Poet," Spoon River Anthology in Spoon River Anthology Original Sources, accessed March 15, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=5DJV1C85P723EK6.
MLA: Masters, Edgar Lee. "Petit, the Poet." Spoon River Anthology, in Spoon River Anthology, Original Sources. 15 Mar. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=5DJV1C85P723EK6.
Harvard: Masters, EL, 'Petit, the Poet' in Spoon River Anthology. cited in , Spoon River Anthology. Original Sources, retrieved 15 March 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=5DJV1C85P723EK6.
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