Out
of a cell into his darkened space -
The end at twenty-five!
My
tongue could not speak what stirred within me,
And the village
thought me a fool.
Yet at the start there was a clear vision,
A high and urgent purpose in my soul
Which drove me on
trying to memorize
E. Lee Masters, Spoon river, Frank Drummer (Un Matto)
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