I am Minerva, the village poetess, <br />Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street <br />For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk, <br />And all the more when "Butch" Weldy <br />Captured me after a brutal hunt. <br />He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers; <br />And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up, <br />Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice. <br />Will some one go to the village newspaper, <br />And gather into a book the verses I wrote? -- <br />I thirsted so for love! <br />I hungered so for life!<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/minerva-jones/
