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Edgar Lee Masters (1868–1950).  Spoon River Anthology.  1916.

175. Henry C. Calhoun

I REACHED the highest place in Spoon River, 
But through what bitterness of spirit! 
The face of my father, sitting speechless, 
Child-like, watching his canaries, 
And looking at the court-house window         5
Of the county judge’s room, 
And his admonitions to me to seek 
My own in life, and punish Spoon River 
To avenge the wrong the people did him, 
Filled me with furious energy  10
To seek for wealth and seek for power. 
But what did he do but send me along 
The path that leads to the grove of the Furies? 
I followed the path and I tell you this: 
On the way to the grove you’ll pass the Fates,  15
Shadow-eyed, bent over their weaving. 
Stop for a moment, and if you see 
The thread of revenge leap out of the shuttle 
Then quickly snatch from Atropos 
The shears and cut it, lest your sons,  20
And the children of them and their children 
Wear the envenomed robe. 



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