34: Sister Carrie, 1900, by Theodore Dreiser (1871–1945)
I read this book in ’64–
Or think it was (my memory’s
poor?).
A class in Hiram College days
When I still lived in such a haze.
The book was long, and I believed
To finish it I’d be relieved
To have an odious task complete—
But I was wrong, for I would meet
A writer who—in whole and part—
Explored the helpless human heart.
I turned the pages; Carrie fell.
And so did I: a Dreiser spell.
I read some others through the years—
And saw him there with pioneers
Who wrote about the painful dark
In novels wrenching, real, and stark.
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