Thursday, August 02, 2012

Resolving the Pension Crisis Part I

I can dig up a couple more, I think. Here's Searcy Foote, from Edgar Lee Masters' Spoon River Anthology, courtesy of Bartleby:

I WANTED to go away to college
But rich Aunt Persis wouldn’t help me.
So I made gardens and raked the lawns
And bought John Alden’s books with my earnings
And toiled for the very means of life.         5
I wanted to marry Delia Prickett,
But how could I do it with what I earned?
And there was Aunt Persis more than seventy,
Who sat in a wheel-chair half alive,
With her throat so paralyzed, when she swallowed  10
The soup ran out of her mouth like a duck—
A gourmand yet, investing her income
In mortgages, fretting all the time
About her notes and rents and papers.
That day I was sawing wood for her,  15
And reading Proudhon in between.
I went in the house for a drink of water,
And there she sat asleep in her chair,
And Proudhon lying on the table,
And a bottle of chloroform on the book,  20
She used sometimes for an aching tooth!
I poured the chloroform on a handkerchief
And held it to her nose till she died.—
Oh, Delia, Delia, you and Proudhon
Steadied my hand, and the coroner  25
Said she died of heart failure.
I married Delia and got the money—
A joke on you, Spoon River?

Here's a rendering:

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