Ellis Parker Butler

(5 December 1869 - 13 September 1937 / Muscatine / Iowa / United States)

Ellis Parker Butler Poems

1. To May 4/20/2010
2. Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; Iii: 4/20/2010
3. The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough 4/20/2010
4. Merry Christmas And Happy New Year! 4/20/2010
5. The Rich Boy's Christmas 4/20/2010
6. Trespassers 1/1/2004
7. Millennium 4/20/2010
8. The Romance Of Patrolman Casey 4/20/2010
9. October 1/1/2004
10. The Wood Nymph 4/20/2010
11. New England Magazine 4/20/2010
12. The Cut Finger 4/20/2010
13. The Daughter Of The Year 4/20/2010
14. Outbid 4/20/2010
15. To Marguerite 4/20/2010
16. The Charge Of The Second Iowa Cavalry 4/20/2010
17. To G. M. W. And G. F. W. 4/20/2010
18. The Whale 4/20/2010
19. Mouths Of Hippopotami And Some Recent Novels 4/20/2010
20. The Final Tax 4/20/2010
21. Song For Heroes 4/20/2010
22. Speaking Of Operations 4/20/2010
23. Valentine To The Girl In Black 4/20/2010
24. Partners 4/20/2010
25. The Twenty Hoss-Power Shay 1/13/2003
26. When Ida Puts Her Armor On 4/20/2010
27. To Phyllis And May 4/20/2010
28. The Tearful Tale Of Captain Dan 4/20/2010
29. The Sheep 4/20/2010
30. Reasonable Interest 4/20/2010
31. Says Mister Doojabs 4/20/2010
32. Would You Believe It? 4/20/2010
33. To Kate. (In Lieu Of A Valentine) 4/20/2010
34. Ridden Down 4/20/2010
35. Western 4/20/2010
36. Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; Ii: 4/20/2010
37. Night In The City 1/1/2004
38. The Water Nymphs 4/20/2010
39. To Jessica, Gone Back To The City 4/20/2010
40. The Ballade Of The Automobile 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Ellis Parker Butler

A Minute

She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
A minute.

She turned her smiling face to me;
I saw a roguish sweetness in it;
I kissed her once;—it took, maybe,
A minute.

The time was paltry, you’ll agree;
It took but little to begin it;
But since my heart has not been free
A minute.

Read the full of A Minute

Djolan

Soft was the night, the eve how airy,
When through the big, fat dictionary
I wandered on in careless ease,
And read the a's, b's, c's and d's!

But stop! What is this form I see,
Beginning with a hump-backed d?
I pause! I gasp! I falter there!
It is the djolan, I declare!

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