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    The poem contrasts the speaker, who lies dead near a rose bush on the outskirts of town, with a woman from New York who is beautiful, wealthy, and admired. Though the woman has succeeded in the world, the speaker asserts that their spirit has conquered the woman's, and from afar the speaker remains an unconquerable power that prevents the woman from achieving complete triumph in life.

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    Amelia Garrick short dramatic Monologue from Spoon River Anthology

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    The poem contrasts the speaker, who lies dead near a rose bush on the outskirts of town, with a woman from New York who is beautiful, wealthy, and admired. Though the woman has succeeded in the world, the speaker asserts that their spirit has conquered the woman's, and from afar the speaker remains an unconquerable power that prevents the woman from achieving complete triumph in life.

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    Amelia Garrick-Spoon River

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    The poem contrasts the speaker, who lies dead near a rose bush on the outskirts of town, with a woman from New York who is beautiful, wealthy, and admired. Though the woman has succeeded in the world, the speaker asserts that their spirit has conquered the woman's, and from afar the speaker remains an unconquerable power that prevents the woman from achieving complete triumph in life.

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    117.

    Amelia Garrick

    Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush


    In a forgotten place near the fence
    Where the thickets from Siever’s woods
    Have crept over, growing sparsely.
    And you, you are a leader in New York,
    The wife of a noted millionaire,
    A name in the society columns,
    Beautiful, admired, magnified perhaps
    By the mirage of distance.
    You have succeeded, I have failed
    In the eyes of the world.
    You are alive, I am dead.
    Yet I know that I vanquished your spirit;
    And I know that lying here far from you,
    Unheard of among your great friends
    In the brilliant world where you move,
    I am really the unconquerable power over your life
    That robs it of complete triumph.

    Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush in a forgotten place near the fence where the thickets
    from Siever’s woods have crept over, growing sparsely. And you, you are a leader in New York,
    the wife of a noted millionaire, a name in the society columns, beautiful, admired, magnified
    perhaps by the mirage of distance. You have succeeded, I have failed in the eyes of the world.
    You are alive, I am dead. Yet I know that I vanquished your spirit; and I know that lying here far
    from you, unheard of among your great friends in the brilliant world where you move, I am
    really the unconquerable power over your life that robs it of complete triumph.

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