I WAS a peasant girl from Germany, | |
Blue-eyed, rosy, happy and strong. | |
And the first place I worked was at Thomas Greene’s. | |
On a summer’s day when she was away | |
He stole into the kitchen and took me | 5 |
Right in his arms and kissed me on my throat, | |
I turning my head. Then neither of us | |
Seemed to know what happened. | |
And I cried for what would become of me. | |
And cried and cried as my secret began to show. | 10 |
One day Mrs. Greene said she understood, | |
And would make no trouble for me, | |
And, being childless, would adopt it. | |
(He had given her a farm to be still.) | |
So she hid in the house and sent out rumors, | 15 |
As if it were going to happen to her. | |
And all went well and the child was born—They were so kind to me. | |
Later I married Gus Wertman, and years passed. | |
But—at political rallies when sitters-by thought I was crying | |
At the eloquence of Hamilton Greene— | 20 |
That was not it. | |
No! I wanted to say: | |
That’s my son! That’s my son! |
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Elsa Wertman -- Edgar Lee Masters (Spoon River Anthology, 1916)
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