If you in the village think that my work was a good one,
Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards,
And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett,
In many a crusade to purge the people of sin;
Why do you let the milliner's daughter Dora,
And the worthless son of Benjamin Pantier,
Nightly make my grave their unholy pillow?
by Edgar Lee Masters
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
More Poems by Edgar Lee Masters
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on A.D. Blood
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem A.D. Blood here.