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“There is something about Death Like love itself! If with some one with whom you have known passion, And the glow of youthful love, You also, after years of life Together, feel the sinking of the fire, And thus fade away together, Gradually, faintly, delicately, As it were in each other's arms, Passing from the familiar room- That is a power of unison between souls Like love itself!”

Quote by Edgar Lee Masters

Work

Spoon River Anthology

This literary work is a series of verse narratives that delve into the personal stories of various inhabitants of Spoon River, a fictional town in Illinois. The poems, written in a unique and haunting style, offer a glimpse into the lives of these characters, their triumphs, failures, and the ultimate fate that awaits them. The anthology is known for its innovative narrative structure and its poignant portrayal of human existence. more

Author

Edgar Lee Masters
Edgar Lee Masters

American poet, born on August 23, 1868, and died on March 5, 1950. His poetry is known for its profound portrayal of ordinary people and unique insights into the life of the American Midwest. more

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