Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)

Amanda Barker

HENRY got me with child,
Knowing that I could not bring forth life
Without losing my own.
In my youth therefore I entered the portals of dust.
Traveler, it is believed in the village where I lived
That Henry loved me with a husband's love,
But I proclaim from the dust
That he slew me to gratify his hatred.

1. William Jones
2. Fletcher McGee
3. Ernest Hyde
4. Elizabeth Childers
5. Sersmith the Dentist

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