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. Millennium 4/20/2010
4. The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough 4/20/2010
5. Merry Christmas And Happy New Year! 4/20/2010
6. The Rich Boy's Christmas 4/20/2010
7. Trespassers 1/1/2004
8. October 1/1/2004
9. The Romance Of Patrolman Casey 4/20/2010
10. The Cut Finger 4/20/2010
11. The Wood Nymph 4/20/2010
12. New England Magazine 4/20/2010
13. The Charge Of The Second Iowa Cavalry 4/20/2010
14. Outbid 4/20/2010
15. The Daughter Of The Year 4/20/2010
16. To Marguerite 4/20/2010
17. Valentine To The Girl In Black 4/20/2010
18. The Final Tax 4/20/2010
19. To G. M. W. And G. F. W. 4/20/2010
20. The Whale 4/20/2010
21. Mouths Of Hippopotami And Some Recent Novels 4/20/2010
22. Song For Heroes 4/20/2010
23. Speaking Of Operations 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. Ridden Down 4/20/2010
34. To Kate. (In Lieu Of A Valentine) 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.

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The Ballad Of A Bachelor

Listen, ladies, while I sing
The ballad of John Henry King.

John Henry was a bachelor,
His age was thirty-three or four.

Two maids for his affection vied,
And each desired to be his bride,

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