| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Study | If your thoughts were as clear as your eyes, | | 64 | 81 |
| 2: | A. D. Blood | If you in the village think that my work was a good one, | | 7 | 46 |
| 3: | Aaron Hatfield | Better than granite, Spoon River, | | 24 | 36 |
| 4: | Abel Melveny | I bought every kind of machine that's known - | | 18 | 34 |
| 5: | Ace" Shaw | I never saw any difference | | 8 | 37 |
| 6: | Adam Weirauch | I was crushed between Altgeld and Armour. | | 18 | 37 |
| 7: | Albert Schirding | Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard one | | 16 | 36 |
| 8: | Alfonso Churchill | They laughed at me as "Prof. Moon," | | 17 | 36 |
| 9: | Alfred Moir | Why was I not devoured by self-contempt, | | 18 | 41 |
| 10: | All Life In A Life | His father had a large family | | 222 | 76 |
| 11: | Alma Bell To The Coroner | What my name is, or where I live, or if | | 254 | 31 |
| 12: | Amanda Barker | Henry got me with child, | | 8 | 44 |
| 13: | Amelia Garrick | Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush | | 18 | 28 |
| 14: | Ami Green | Not "a youth with hoary head and haggard eye", | | 12 | 41 |
| 15: | Amos Sibley | Not character, not fortitude, not patience | | 16 | 0 |
| 16: | Aner Clute | Over and over they used to ask me, | | 19 | 37 |
| 17: | Anne Rutledge | Out of me unworthy and unknown | | 11 | 43 |
| 18: | Anton Sosnowski | Anton Sosnowski, from the Shakspeare School | | 175 | 33 |
| 19: | Arabel | Twists of smoke rise from the limpness of jewelled fingers, | | 171 | 73 |
| 20: | Archibald Higbie | I loathed you, Spoon River. | | 23 | 32 |
| 21: | Archibald Lowell | Archibald Lowell, owner of the Times | | 253 | 39 |
| 22: | Arlo Will | Did you ever see an alligator | | 20 | 33 |
| 23: | At Fairbanks | Bill, look here! Here's the Times. You see this picture, | | 243 | 34 |
| 24: | At Nice | Dear, let me tell you, safe beside you now, | | 448 | 36 |
| 25: | Ballad Of Launcelot And Elaine | It was a hermit on Whitsunday | | 208 | 37 |
| 26: | Barrett Bays | I was walking by the river," Barrett said, | | 1045 | 30 |
| 27: | Barry Holden | The very fall my sister Nancy Knapp | | 22 | 31 |
| 28: | Benjamin Fraser | Their spirits beat upon mine | | 23 | 38 |
| 29: | Benjamin Pantier | Together in this grave lie Benjamin Pantier, attorney at law, | | 12 | 69 |
| 30: | Bert Kessler | I winged my bird, | | 20 | 32 |
| 31: | Bertrand And Gourgaud Talk Over Old Times | Gourgaud, these tears are tears - but look, this laugh, | | 273 | 35 |
| 32: | Black Eagle Returns To St. Joe | This way and that way measuring, | | 200 | 35 |
| 33: | Blind Jack | I had fiddled all day at the county fair. | | 13 | 34 |
| 34: | Botanical Gardens | He follows me no more, I said, nor stands | | 193 | 39 |
| 35: | Butch" Weldy | After I got religion and steadied down | | 21 | 30 |
| 36: | Calvin Campbell | Ye who are kicking against Fate, | | 15 | 38 |
| 37: | Canticle Of The Race | How beautiful are the bodies of men | | 112 | 33 |
| 38: | Captain Orlando Killion | Oh, you young radicals and dreamers, | | 21 | 41 |
| 39: | Carl Hamblin | The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, | | 25 | 38 |
| 40: | Caroline Branson | With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, | | 44 | 30 |
| 41: | Cassius Hueffer | They have chiseled on my stone the words: | | 14 | 38 |
| 42: | Charles Warren, The Sheriff | I have seen twenty men hanged, hung myself | | 401 | 28 |
| 43: | Charlie French | Did You ever find out | | 15 | 37 |
| 44: | Chase Henry | In life I was the town drunkard; | | 14 | 28 |
| 45: | Christmas At Indian Point | Who is that calling through the night, | | 76 | 32 |
| 46: | Cities Of The Plain | Where are the cabalists, the insidious committees, | | 85 | 27 |
| 47: | Clarence Fawcett | The sudden death of Eugene Carman | | 20 | 40 |
| 48: | Columbus Cheney | This weeping willow! | | 26 | 32 |
| 49: | Consider Freeland | Look at that tract of land there - five good acres | | 208 | 32 |
| 50: | Cooney Potter | I inherited forty acres from my Father | | 13 | 29 |
| 51: | Dahlias | The mad wind is the warden, | | 16 | 42 |
| 52: | Daisy Fraser | Did you ever hear of Editor Whedon | | 19 | 39 |
| 53: | Daniel M'Cumber | When I went to the city, Mary McNeely, | | 18 | 34 |
| 54: | Davis Matlock | Suppose it is nothing but the hive: | | 20 | 33 |
| 55: | Deacon Taylor | I belonged to the church, | | 9 | 34 |
| 56: | Dear Old Dick | Said dear old Dick | | 99 | 37 |
| 57: | Delilah | Because thou wast most delicate, | | 195 | 39 |
| 58: | Dialogue At Perko's | Look here, Jack: | | 191 | 27 |
| 59: | Dillard Sissman | The buzzards wheel slowly | | 22 | 32 |
| 60: | Doc Hill | I went up and down the streets | | 13 | 34 |
| 61: | Doctor Meyers | No other man, unless it was Doc Hill, | | 14 | 35 |
| 62: | Domesday Book | Take any life you choose and study it: | 1921 | 97 | 27 |
| 63: | Dora Williams | When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me | | 25 | 28 |
| 64: | Dorcas Gustine | I was not beloved of the villagers, | | 14 | 33 |
| 65: | Dow Kritt | Samuel is forever talking of his elm - | | 14 | 39 |
| 66: | Dr. Burke | You've heard of potters' wheels and potters' hands. | | 312 | 29 |
| 67: | Dr. Scudder's Clinical Lecture | I lectured last upon the morbus sacer, | | 516 | 36 |
| 68: | Dr. Trace To The Coroner | I cannot tell you, Coroner, the cause | | 133 | 29 |
| 69: | Draw The Sword, O Republic! | By the blue sky of a clear vision, | | 49 | 50 |
| 70: | E. C. Culbertson | Is it true, Spoon River, | | 21 | 38 |
| 71: | Edith Conant | We stand about this place - we, the memories; | | 22 | 33 |
| 72: | Editor Whedon | To be able to see every side of every question; | | 25 | 30 |
| 73: | Edmund Pollard | I would I had thrust my hands of flesh | | 22 | 36 |
| 74: | Elenor Murray | Coroner Merival took the hundred letters | | 596 | 27 |
| 75: | Elijah Browning | I was among multitudes of children | | 43 | 32 |
| 76: | Elizabeth Childers | Dust of my dust, | | 30 | 42 |
| 77: | Elliott Hawkins | I looked like Abraham Lincoln. | | 25 | 43 |
| 78: | Elmer Karr | What but the love of God could have softened | | 10 | 41 |
| 79: | Elsa Wertman | I was a peasant girl from Germany, | | 24 | 30 |
| 80: | Emily Sparks | Where is my boy, my boy | | 19 | 31 |
| 81: | Enoch Dunlap | How many times, during the twenty years | | 19 | 38 |
| 82: | Ernest Hyde | My mind was a mirror: | | 14 | 30 |
| 83: | Eugene Carman | Rhodes, slave! Selling shoes and gingham, | | 22 | 38 |
| 84: | Excluded Middle | Out of the mercury shimmer of glass | | 406 | 33 |
| 85: | Ezra Bartlett | A chaplain in the army, | | 17 | 33 |
| 86: | Faith Matheny | At first you will know not what they mean, | | 19 | 32 |
| 87: | Father Malloy | You are over there, Father Malloy, | | 23 | 31 |
| 88: | Father Whimsett | Looking like Raphael's Perugino, eyes | | 276 | 28 |
| 89: | Felix Schmidt | It was only a little house of two rooms - | | 22 | 29 |
| 90: | Fiddler Jones | The earth keeps some vibration going | | 26 | 24 |
| 91: | Finding Of The Body | Elenor Murray, daughter of Henry Murray, | 1921 | 106 | 32 |
| 92: | Fletcher McGee | She took my strength by minutes, | | 24 | 35 |
| 93: | Flossie Cabanis | From Bindle's opera house in the village | | 16 | 71 |
| 94: | For A Dance | There is in the dance | | 28 | 89 |
| 95: | France | France fallen! France arisen! France of the brave! | | 14 | 36 |
| 96: | Francis Turner | I could not run or play | | 12 | 33 |
| 97: | Frank Drummer | Out of a cell into this darkened space - | | 8 | 30 |
| 98: | Franklin Jones | If I could have lived another year | | 11 | 35 |
| 99: | Friar Yves | Said Friar Yves: "God will bless | | 185 | 37 |
| 100: | Front The Ages With A Smile | How did the sculptor, Voltaire, keep you quiet and posed | | 85 | 37 |
| 101: | George Gray | I have studied many times | | 16 | 36 |
| 102: | George Joslin On La Menken | Here, Coroner Merival, look at this picture! | | 283 | 27 |
| 103: | George Trimble | Do you remember when I stood on the steps | | 13 | 29 |
| 104: | Georgine Sand Miner | A stepmother drove me from home, embittering me. | | 26 | 40 |
| 105: | Godwin James | Harry Wilmans! You who fell in a swamp | | 29 | 35 |
| 106: | Gottlieb Gerald | I knew her, why of course. And you want me? | | 274 | 31 |
| 107: | Granville Calhoun | I wanted to be County Judge | | 19 | 34 |
| 108: | Gregory Wenner | Gregory Wenner's brother married the mother | | 361 | 32 |
| 109: | Griffy the Cooper | The cooper should know about tubs. | | 15 | 30 |
| 110: | Gustav Richter | After a long day of work in my hot - houses | | 26 | 36 |
| 111: | Hamilton Greene | I was the only child of Frances Harris of Virginia | | 10 | 35 |
| 112: | Hamlet Micure | In a lingering fever many visions come to you: | | 24 | 34 |
| 113: | Hannah Armstrong | I wrote him a letter asking him for old times, sake | | 23 | 37 |
| 114: | Hare Drummer | Do the boys and girls still go to Siever's | | 20 | 29 |
| 115: | Harlan Sewall | You never understood, | | 23 | 29 |
| 116: | Harmon Whitney | Out of the lights and roar of cities, | | 27 | 41 |
| 117: | Harold Arnett | I leaned against the mantel, sick, sick, | | 17 | 29 |
| 118: | Harry Wilmans | I was just turned twenty-one, | | 28 | 36 |
| 119: | Heaven Is But The Hour | Eyes wide for wisdom, calm for joy or pain, | | 142 | 32 |
| 120: | Helen Of Troy | This is the vase of Love | | 54 | 58 |
| 121: | Henry Baker, At New York | One partner may consult another - James, | | 267 | 28 |
| 122: | Henry C. Calhoun | I reached the highest place in Spoon River, | | 22 | 39 |
| 123: | Henry Layton | Whoever thou art who passest by | | 13 | 26 |
| 124: | Henry Murray | Henry Murray, father of Elenor Murray, | | 349 | 28 |
| 125: | Henry Phipps | I was the Sunday-school superintendent, | | 32 | 24 |
| 126: | Henry Tripp | The bank broke and I lost my savings. | | 25 | 26 |
| 127: | Herbert Marshall | All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of me | | 15 | 29 |
| 128: | Hildrup Tubbs | I Made two fights for the people. | | 19 | 31 |
| 129: | Hiram Scates | I tried to win the nomination | | 27 | 36 |
| 130: | Hod Putt | Here I lie close to the grave | | 13 | 33 |
| 131: | Homer Clapp | Often Aner Clute at the gate | | 19 | 33 |
| 132: | Hon. Henry Bennett | It never came into my mind | | 14 | 32 |
| 133: | Hortense Robbins | My name used to be in the papers daily | | 12 | 31 |
| 134: | I Pay My Debt For Lafayette And Rochambeau | Eagle, whose fearless | | 36 | 38 |
| 135: | Ida Frickey | Nothing in life is alien to you: | | 23 | 30 |
| 136: | Imanuel Ehrenhardt | I began with Sir William Hamilton's lectures. | | 15 | 31 |
| 137: | In Michigan | Come over to Saugatuck | | 254 | 26 |
| 138: | In The Cage | The sounds of mid-night trickle into the roar | | 101 | 82 |
| 139: | In The Car | We paused to say good-by, | | 32 | 77 |
| 140: | In The Garden At The Dawn Hour | I arise in the silence of the dawn hour. | | 64 | 31 |
| 141: | Indignation" Jones | You would not believe, would you | | 24 | 36 |
| 142: | Ippolit Konovaloff | I was a gun-smith in Odessa. | | 22 | 32 |
| 143: | Irma Leese | Elenor Murray landing in New York, | | 271 | 35 |
| 144: | Isaiah Beethoven | They told me I had three months to live, | | 27 | 34 |
| 145: | J. Milton Miles | Whenever the Presbyterian bell | | 12 | 31 |
| 146: | Jack McGuire | They would have lynched me | | 20 | 36 |
| 147: | Jacob Godbey | How did you feel, you libertarians, | | 19 | 37 |
| 148: | Jacob Goodpasture | When Fort Sumter fell and the war came | | 22 | 31 |
| 149: | James Garber | Do you remember, passer-by, the path | | 24 | 34 |
| 150: | Jane Fisher | Jane Fisher says to Susan Hamilton, | | 193 | 40 |
| 151: | Jeduthan Hawley | There would be a knock at the door | | 19 | 28 |
| 152: | Jefferson Howard | My valiant fight! For I call it valiant, | | 23 | 34 |
| 153: | Jennie M'Grew | Not, where the stairway turns in the dark | | 15 | 34 |
| 154: | Jim And Arabel's Sister | Last night a friend of mine and I sat talking, | | 208 | 64 |
| 155: | Jim Brown | While I was handling Dom Pedro | | 19 | 24 |
| 156: | John Ballard | In the lust of my strength | | 18 | 31 |
| 157: | John Campbell And Carl Eaton | Carl Eaton and John Campbell both were raised | | 619 | 32 |
| 158: | John Hancock Otis | As to democracy, fellow citizens, | | 19 | 32 |
| 159: | John Horace Burleson | I won the prize essay at school | | 17 | 32 |
| 160: | John M. Church | I was attorney for the "Q" | | 12 | 30 |
| 161: | John Scofield | You see I worked for Arthur Fouche, he said, | | 139 | 32 |
| 162: | John Wasson | Oh! the dew-wet grass of the meadow in North Carolina | | 19 | 31 |
| 163: | Johnnie Sayre | Father, thou canst never know | | 13 | 31 |
| 164: | Johnny Appleseed | When the air of October is sweet and cold as the wine of apples | | 48 | 36 |
| 165: | Jonas Keene | Why did Albert Schirding kill himself | | 10 | 35 |
| 166: | Jonathan Swift Somers (Author of the Spooniad) | After you have enriched your soul | | 16 | 39 |
| 167: | Joseph Dixon | Who carved this shattered harp on my stone? | | 17 | 36 |
| 168: | Josiah Tompkins | I was well known and much beloved | | 18 | 28 |
| 169: | Judge Somers | How does it happen, tell me, | | 12 | 29 |
| 170: | Julia Miller | We quarreled that morning, | | 14 | 30 |
| 171: | Julian Scott | Toward the last | | 15 | 40 |
| 172: | Knowlt Hoheimer | I was the first fruits of the battle of Missionary Ridge. | | 9 | 36 |
| 173: | Lake Boats | And under the shadows of cliffs of brick | | 5 | 34 |
| 174: | Lambert Hutchins | I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk: | | 26 | 33 |
| 175: | Le Roy Goldman | What will you do when you come to die, | | 17 | 38 |
| 176: | Lilli Alm | In Lola Schaefer's studio in the Tower, | | 153 | 34 |
| 177: | Lillian Stewart | I was the daughter of Lambert Hutchins, | | 22 | 25 |
| 178: | Louise Smith | Herbert broke our engagement of eight years | | 14 | 29 |
| 179: | Love Is A Madness | Love is a madness, love is a fevered dream, | | 12 | 94 |
| 180: | Loveridge Chase | Here is the secret of the death of Elenor, | | 66 | 37 |
| 181: | Lucinda Matlock | I went to the dances at Chandlerville, | | 25 | 28 |
| 182: | Lucius Atherton | When my moustache curled, | | 20 | 33 |
| 183: | Lydia Humphrey | Back and forth, back and forth, to and from the church, | | 13 | 41 |
| 184: | Lydia Puckett | Knowlt Hoheimer ran away to the war | | 10 | 34 |
| 185: | Lyman King | You may think, passer-by, that Fate | | 14 | 32 |
| 186: | Mabel Osborne | Your red blossoms amid green leaves | | 19 | 44 |
| 187: | Madeline | I almost heard your little heart | | 24 | 32 |
| 188: | Magrady Graham | Tell me, was Altgeld elected Governor? | | 19 | 28 |
| 189: | Many Soldiers | The idea danced before us as a flag; | | 23 | 36 |
| 190: | Marcia | Madeline's hair is straight and yours | | 20 | 32 |
| 191: | Margaret Fuller Slack | I would have been as great as George Eliot | | 17 | 30 |
| 192: | Mary McNeely | Passer-By, | | 18 | 33 |
| 193: | Mickey M'Grew | It was just like everything else in life: | | 17 | 27 |
| 194: | Minerva Jones | I am Minerva, the village poetess, | | 12 | 27 |
| 195: | Mirage Of The Desert | Well, there's the brazier set by the temple door: | | 16 | 39 |
| 196: | Miriam Fay's Letter | Elenor Murray asked to go in training | | 193 | 27 |
| 197: | Mrs. Benjamin Pantier | I know that he told that I snared his soul | | 20 | 33 |
| 198: | Mrs. Charles Bliss | Reverend Wiley advised me not to divorce him | | 20 | 31 |
| 199: | Mrs. George Reece | To this generation I would say: | | 14 | 39 |
| 200: | Mrs. Gregory Wenner | Gregory Wenner's wife was by the sea | | 233 | 38 |
| 201: | Mrs. Kessler | Mr. Kessler, you know, was in the army, | | 21 | 33 |
| 202: | Mrs. Merritt | Silent before the jury | | 17 | 33 |
| 203: | Mrs. Meyers | He protested all his life long | | 11 | 31 |
| 204: | Mrs. Murray | I think, she said at first, | | 412 | 36 |
| 205: | Mrs. Purkapile | He ran away and was gone for a year. | | 14 | 32 |
| 206: | Mrs. Sibley | The secret of the stars - gravitation. | | 7 | 31 |
| 207: | Mrs. Williams | I was the milliner | | 27 | 27 |
| 208: | My Light With Yours | When the sea has devoured the ships, | | 17 | 38 |
| 209: | Nancy Knapp | Well, don't you see this was the way of it: | | 20 | 36 |
| 210: | Neanderthal | Then what is life?" I cried. And with that cry | | 192 | 39 |
| 211: | Nellie Clark | I was only eight years old; | | 15 | 35 |
| 212: | Nicholas Bindle | Were you not ashamed, fellow citizens, | | 11 | 31 |
| 213: | O Glorious France | You have become a forge of snow white fire, | | 66 | 85 |
| 214: | Oaks Tutt | My mother was for woman's rights | | 24 | 34 |
| 215: | Ollie McGee | Have you seen walking through the village | | 11 | 29 |
| 216: | On A Bust | Your speeches seemed to answer for the nonce, | | 60 | 64 |
| 217: | Oscar Hummel | I staggered on through darkness, | | 18 | 32 |
| 218: | Pauline Barrett | Almost the shell of a woman after the surgeon's knife | | 24 | 23 |
| 219: | Peleg Poague | Horses and men are just alike. | | 17 | 33 |
| 220: | Penniwit, the Artist | I lost my patronage in Spoon River | | 11 | 33 |
| 221: | Percival Sharp | Observe the clasped hands! | | 27 | 38 |
| 222: | Percy Bysshe Shelley | My father who owned the wagon-shop | | 15 | 39 |
| 223: | Perry Zoll | My thanks, friends of the | | 15 | 34 |
| 224: | Petit, the Poet | Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick, | | 17 | 35 |
| 225: | Poor Pierrot | Here far away from the city, here by the yellow dunes | | 16 | 34 |
| 226: | Portrait Of A Woman | The pathos in your face is like a peace, | | 70 | 68 |
| 227: | Professor Newcomer | Everyone laughed at Col. Prichard | | 16 | 32 |
| 228: | Rain In My Heart | There is a quiet in my heart | | 16 | 84 |
| 229: | Ralph Rhodes | All they said was true: | | 23 | 31 |
| 230: | Recessional In Time Of War | Even as I see, and share with you in seeing, | | 40 | 36 |
| 231: | Reuben Pantier | Well, Emily Sparks, your prayers were not wasted, | | 25 | 37 |
| 232: | Rev. Abner Peet | I had no objection at all | | 14 | 43 |
| 233: | Rev. Lemuel Wiley | I preached four thousand sermons, | | 14 | 31 |
| 234: | Rev. Percy Ferguson | The Rev. Percy Ferguson, patrician | | 229 | 25 |
| 235: | Richard Bone | When I first came to Spoon River | | 18 | 34 |
| 236: | Robert Davidson | I grew spiritually fat living off the souls of men. | | 19 | 31 |
| 237: | Robert Fulton Tanner | If a man could bite the giant hand | | 11 | 35 |
| 238: | Roger Heston | Oh many times did Ernest Hyde and I | | 12 | 34 |
| 239: | Roscoe Purkapile | She loved me. | | 19 | 42 |
| 240: | Rosie Roberts | I was sick, but more than that, I was mad | | 15 | 27 |
| 241: | Roy Butler | If the learned Supreme Court of Illinois | | 22 | 35 |
| 242: | Russell Kincaid | In the last spring I ever knew, | | 20 | 37 |
| 243: | Russian Sonia | I, born in Weimar | | 29 | 38 |
| 244: | Rutherford McDowell | They brought me ambrotypes | | 26 | 28 |
| 245: | Sam Hookey | I ran away from home with the circus, | | 13 | 31 |
| 246: | Samuel Butler Et Al. | Let me consider your emergence | | 181 | 29 |
| 247: | Samuel Gardner | I who kept the greenhouse, | | 21 | 36 |
| 248: | Sarah Brown | Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree. | | 12 | 45 |
| 249: | Saving A Woman: One Phase | To a lustful thirst she came at first | | 36 | 81 |
| 250: | Searcy Foote | I wanted to go away to college | | 28 | 35 |
| 251: | Serepta Mason | My life's blossom might have bloomed on all sides | | 9 | 34 |
| 252: | Seth Compton | When I died, the circulating library | | 19 | 34 |
| 253: | Shack Dye | The white men played all sorts of jokes on me. | | 20 | 39 |
| 254: | Silas Dement | It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled | | 25 | 36 |
| 255: | Silence | I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, | | 72 | 61 |
| 256: | Simon Surnamed Peter | Time that has lifted you over them all, | | 79 | 68 |
| 257: | Sir Galahad | I met Hosea Job on Randolph Street | | 217 | 32 |
| 258: | So We Grew Together | Reading over your letters I find you wrote me | | 251 | 70 |
| 259: | Something Beyond The Hill | To a western breeze | | 38 | 31 |
| 260: | Soul's Desire | Her soul is like a wolf that stands | | 48 | 36 |
| 261: | St. Deseret | You wonder at my bright round eyes, my lips | | 178 | 33 |
| 262: | St. Francis And Lady Clare | Antonio loved the Lady Clare. | | 140 | 61 |
| 263: | State's Attorney Fallas | I, the scourge-wielder, balance-wrecker, | | 16 | 38 |
| 264: | Supplication | Oh Lord, when all our bones are thrust | | 64 | 26 |
| 265: | Sweet Clover | Only a few plants up - and not a blossom | | 43 | 32 |
| 266: | Tennessee Claflin Shope | I was the laughing-stock of the village, | | 15 | 29 |
| 267: | Terminus | Terminus shows the ways and says, | | 44 | 26 |
| 268: | The Altar | My heart is an altar whereon | | 48 | 34 |
| 269: | The Answer | I made my bed beneath the pines | | 20 | 64 |
| 270: | The Awakening | When you lie sleeping; golden hair | | 19 | 76 |
| 271: | The Birth Of Elenor Murray | What are the mortal facts | 1921 | 137 | 30 |
| 272: | The Bishop's Dream Of The Holy Sepulchre | A lassie sells the War Cry on the corner | | 271 | 45 |
| 273: | The Blind | Amid the din of cars and automobiles, | | 30 | 43 |
| 274: | The Circuit Judge | Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions | | 15 | 30 |
| 275: | The City | The Sun hung like a red balloon | | 180 | 63 |
| 276: | The Cocked Hat | It ain't really a hat at all, Ed: | | 180 | 45 |
| 277: | The Convent | Elenor Murray stole away from Nice | | 193 | 25 |
| 278: | The Conversation | You knew then, starting let us say with ether, | | 118 | 27 |
| 279: | The Coroner | Merival, of a mother fair and good, | | 286 | 31 |
| 280: | The Cry | There's a voice in my heart that cries and cries for tears. | | 15 | 74 |
| 281: | The Death Of Sir Launcelot | Sir Launcelot had fled to France | | 149 | 26 |
| 282: | The Door | This is the room that thou wast ushered in. | | 16 | 82 |
| 283: | The Eighth Crusade | June, but we kept the fire place piled with logs, | | 335 | 34 |
| 284: | The End Of The Search | There's the dragon banner, says Old King Cole, | | 160 | 35 |
| 285: | The Governor | I'm home at last. How long were you asleep? | | 180 | 31 |
| 286: | The Grand River Marshes | Silvers and purples breathing in a sky | | 63 | 35 |
| 287: | The Helping Hand | Mother, my head is bloody, my breast is red with scars. | | 12 | 89 |
| 288: | The Hill | Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley, | | 37 | 21 |
| 289: | The House That Jack Built | Why don't they come to me to find the cause | | 454 | 25 |
| 290: | The Idiot | Two children in a garden | | 52 | 82 |
| 291: | The Jury Deliberates | The jurymen are seated here and there | | 527 | 25 |
| 292: | The Landscape | You and your landscape! There it lies | | 194 | 36 |
| 293: | The Letter | What does one gain by living? What by dying | | 110 | 37 |
| 294: | The Loom | My brother, the god, and I grow sick | | 88 | 29 |
| 295: | The Loop | From State street bridge a snow-white glimpse of sea | | 202 | 78 |
| 296: | The Major And Elenor Murray At Nice | Elenor Murray and Petain, the major, | | 188 | 33 |
| 297: | The Question | The sea moans and the stars are bright, | | 15 | 77 |
| 298: | The Room Of Mirrors | I saw a room where many feet were dancing. | | 55 | 35 |
| 299: | The Sign | There's not a soul on the square, | | 26 | 68 |
| 300: | The Sorrow Of Dead Faces | I have seen many faces changed by the Sculptor Death, | | 30 | 79 |
| 301: | The Spooniad | Of John Cabanis, wrath and of the strife | | 388 | 34 |
| 302: | The Star | I am a certain god | | 163 | 34 |
| 303: | The Town Marshal | The Prohibitionists made me Town Marshal | | 17 | 37 |
| 304: | The Unknown | Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown | | 21 | 27 |
| 305: | The Verdict | An inquisition taken for the people | | 27 | 38 |
| 306: | The Village Atheist | Ye young debaters over the doctrine | | 17 | 35 |
| 307: | The Vision | Of that dear vale where you and I have lain | | 69 | 50 |
| 308: | The World-Saver | If the grim Fates, to stave ennui, | | 271 | 39 |
| 309: | Theodore the Poet | As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours | | 17 | 34 |
| 310: | Thomas Rhodes | Very well, you liberals, | | 13 | 25 |
| 311: | Thomas Ross, Jr. | This I saw with my own eyes: A cliff - swallow | | 18 | 28 |
| 312: | Thomas Trevelyan | Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys, | | 18 | 35 |
| 313: | To-Morrow Is My Birthday | Well, then, another drink! Ben Jonson knows, | | 404 | 27 |
| 314: | Tom Beatty | I was a lawyer like Harmon Whitney | | 21 | 35 |
| 315: | Tom Merritt | At first I suspected something - | | 13 | 33 |
| 316: | Toward The Gulf | From the Cordilleran Highlands, | | 285 | 36 |
| 317: | Trainor, the Druggist | Only the chemist can tell, and not always the chemist, | | 13 | 26 |
| 318: | Victor Rafolski On Art | You dull Goliaths clothed in coats of blue, | | 213 | 28 |
| 319: | W. Lloyd Garrison Standard | Vegetarian, non - resistant, free-thinker, in ethics a Christian; | | 19 | 24 |
| 320: | Walter Simmons | My parents thought that I would be | | 23 | 32 |
| 321: | Washington McNeely | Rich, honored by my fellow citizens, | | 26 | 31 |
| 322: | Webster Ford | Do you remember, O Delphic Apollo, | | 31 | 29 |
| 323: | Wendell P. Bloyd | They first charged me with disorderly conduct, | | 22 | 31 |
| 324: | What You Will | April rain, delicious weeping, | | 12 | 80 |
| 325: | When Life Is Real | We rode, we rode against the wind. | | 36 | 91 |
| 326: | When Under The Icy Eaves | When under the icy eaves | | 20 | 77 |
| 327: | Widow Fortelka | Marie Fortelka, widow, mother of Josef, | | 220 | 34 |
| 328: | Widow La Rue | What will happen, Widow La Rue? | | 239 | 29 |
| 329: | Widow McFarlane | I was the Widow McFarlane, | | 21 | 29 |
| 330: | Will Paget On Demos And Hogos | To Coroner Merival, greetings, but a voice | | 203 | 26 |
| 331: | Willard Fluke | My wife lost her health, | | 19 | 32 |
| 332: | William and Emily | There is something about | | 12 | 32 |
| 333: | William Goode | To all in the village I seemed, no doubt, | | 13 | 29 |
| 334: | William H. Herndon | There by the window in the old house | | 27 | 33 |
| 335: | William Jones | Once in a while a curious weed unknown to me, | | 15 | 32 |
| 336: | William Marion Reedy | He sits before you silent as Buddha, | | 72 | 67 |
| 337: | Willie Metcalf | I was Willie Metcalf. | | 25 | 30 |
| 338: | Willie Pennington | They called me the weakling, the simpleton, | | 15 | 37 |
| 339: | Yee Bow | They got me into the Sunday-school | | 14 | 35 |
| 340: | Zenas Witt | I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams, | | 17 | 38 |
| 341: | Zilpha Marsh | At four o'clock in late October | | 24 | 43 |