This poem was included in the original 1915 edition.
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!
, 5 months ago
spencer & blaze
, about 1 month ago
Obviously, Minerva fell to the hands of a man and found her in a 'delicate' position. Dying at the termination of said delicate position by Doctor Meyers. One of my favorites, and one of the most haunting.
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Jesicablache , 7 months ago
this poem is good, weird and creepy all at the same time :(