by Edgar Lee Masters
I am Minerva， the village poetess，
Hooted at， jeered at by the Yahoos of the street
For my heavy body， cock-eye， and rolling walk，
And all the more when "Butch" Weldy
Captured me after a brutal hunt.
He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers；
And I sank into death， growing numb from the feet up，
Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice.
Will some one go to the village newspaper，
And gather into a book the verses I wrote？
I thirsted so for love！
I hungered so for life！