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Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters

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207 – Lucinda Matlock

Edgar Lee Master

The long quiet section before the poem is me standing still, trying to keep a very large moose feeling calm and unthreatened. It must have worked, because he did not trample me, but wandered off in the opposite direction. Whoa, nelly: that was awesome in all senses of the word. TEXT OF POEM "Lucinda Matlock," by Edgar Lee Masters I went to the dances at Chandlerville,And played snap-out at Winchester.One time we changed partners,Driving home in the moonlight of middle June,And then I found Davis.We were married and lived together for seventy years,Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children,Eight of whom we lostEre I had reached the age of sixty.I spun, I wove, I kept the house, I nursed the sick,I made the garden, and for holidayRambled over the fields where sang the larks,And by Spoon River gathering many a shell,And many a flower and medicinal weed--Shouting to the wooded hills, singing to the green valleys.At ninety-six I had lived enough, that is all,And passed to a sweet repose.What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness,Anger, discontent and drooping hopes?Degenerate sons and daughters,Life is too strong for you--It takes life to love Life.  

The long quiet section before the poem is me standing still, trying to keep a very large moose feeling calm and unthreatened. It must have worked, because he did not trample me, but wandered off in the opposite direction. Whoa, nelly: that was awesome in all senses of the word. <h3>TEXT OF POEM</h3> "Lucinda Matlock," by Edgar Lee Masters I went to the dances at Chandlerville, And played snap-out at Winchester. One time we changed partners, Driving home in the moonlight of middle June, And then I found Davis. We were married and lived together for seventy years, Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children, Eight of whom we lost Ere I had reached the age of sixty. I spun, I wove, I kept the house, I nursed the sick, I made the garden, and for holiday Rambled over the fields where sang the larks, And by Spoon River gathering many a shell, And many a flower and medicinal weed-- Shouting to the wooded hills, singing to the green valleys. At ninety-six I had lived enough, that is all, And passed to a sweet repose. What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you-- It takes life to love Life.

Episode 139: Edgar Lee Master's "Lucinda Matlock"