Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)

Hon. Henry Bennett

It never came into my mind
Until I was ready to die
That Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart.
For I was seventy, she was thirty-five,
And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husband
Jenny, rosy Jenny full of the ardor of life.
For all my wisdom and grace of mind
Gave her no delight at all, in very truth,
But ever and anon she spoke of the giant strength
Of Willard Shafer, and of his wonderful feat
Of lifting a traction engine out of the ditch
One time at Georgie Kirby’s.
So Jenny inherited my fortune and married Willard --
That mount of brawn! That clownish soul!

1. Many Soldiers
2. Aaron Hatfield
3. Mrs. Benjamin Painter
4. O Glorious France
5. Clarence Darrow

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