DEAR MR. BURNETT:
Since my nomination for this collection probably came from the
popularity of the two anthologies--the Spoon River Anthology and
the New Spoon River, both of which have come out in many foreign
editions, I am selecting for your book two poems from the New
Spoon Riverand three from Spoon River Anthology.
EDGAR LEE MASTERS
THE EARTH keeps some vibration going
There in your heart, and that is you.
And if the people find you can fiddle,
Why, fiddle you must, for all your life.
What do you see, a harvest of clover?
Or a meadow to walk through to the river?
The wind's in the corn; you rub your hands
For beeves hereafter ready for market;
Or else you hear the rustle of skirts
Like the girls when dancing at Little Grove.
To Cooney Potter a pillar of dust
Or whirling leaves meant ruinous drouth;
They looked to me like Red-Head Sammy
Stepping it off, to "Toor-a-Loor."
How could I till my forty acres
Not to speak of getting more,
With a medley of horns, bassoons and piccolos
Stirred in my brain by crows and robins