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. New England Magazine 4/20/2010
12. The Charge Of The Second Iowa Cavalry 4/20/2010
13. Outbid 4/20/2010
14. The Daughter Of The Year 4/20/2010
15. To Marguerite 4/20/2010
16. To G. M. W. And G. F. W. 4/20/2010
17. The Whale 4/20/2010
18. The Final Tax 4/20/2010
19. Mouths Of Hippopotami And Some Recent Novels 4/20/2010
20. Song For Heroes 4/20/2010
21. Speaking Of Operations 4/20/2010
22. Valentine To The Girl In Black 4/20/2010
23. Partners 4/20/2010
24. The Twenty Hoss-Power Shay 1/13/2003
25. When Ida Puts Her Armor On 4/20/2010
26. The Wood Nymph 4/20/2010
27. The Tearful Tale Of Captain Dan 4/20/2010
28. To Phyllis And May 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. To Jessica, Gone Back To The City 4/20/2010
38. The Ballade Of The Automobile 1/13/2003
39. The Poor Boy’s Christmas 4/20/2010
40. Night In The City 1/1/2004
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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Night In The City

The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town,
And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays
The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist
And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze.

From moisty eaves the drops fall slowly down
To strike with leaden sound the walk below,
And in dark, murky pools upon the street
The water stands, as lacking life to flow.

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