<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373805" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Harmon Whitney</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the lights and roar of cities,<br>Drifting down like a spark in Spoon River,<br>Burnt out with the fire of drink, and broken,<br>The paramour of a woman I took in self-contempt,<br>But to hide a wounded pride as well.<br>To be judged and loathed by a village of little minds --<br>I, gifted with tongues and wisdom,<br>Sunk here to the dust of the justice court,<br>A picker of rags in the rubbage of spites and wrongs, --<br>I, whom fortune smiled on! I in a village,<br>Spouting to gaping yokels pages of verse,<br>Out of the lore of golden years,<br>Or raising a laugh with a flash of filthy wit<br>When they bought the drinks to kindle my dying mind.<br>To be judged by you,<br>The soul of me hidden from you,<br>With its wound gangrened<br>By love for a wife who made the wound,<br>With her cold white bosom, treasonous, pure and hard,<br>Relentless to the last, when the touch of her hand,<br>At any time, might have cured me of the typhus,<br>Caught in the jungle of life where many are lost.<br>And only to think that my soul could not react,<br>Like Byron's did, in song, in something noble,<br>But turned on itself like a tortured snake --<br>Judge me this way, O world!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373805" data-title="Harmon Whitney de Edgar Lee Masters" data-description="Out of the lights and roar of cities, Drifting down like a spark in Spoon River, Burnt out with the fire of drink, and broken, The paramour of a woman I took in self-contempt, But to hide a wounded pride as well. To be judged and loathed by a vill..."></div> </div> </div>

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