Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

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.

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2. Voltaire Johnson
3. Webster Ford
4. Rosie Roberts
5. Walter Simmons

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