Edgar Lee Masters

(23 August 1868 – 5 March 1950 / Kansas / United States)

Edgar Lee Masters Poems

1. A.D. Blood 1/3/2003
2. Aaron Hatfield 1/3/2003
3. Abel Melveny 1/3/2003
4. Ace Shaw 1/3/2003
5. Adam Weirauch 1/3/2003
6. Albert Schirding 1/3/2003
7. Alexander Throckmorton 1/3/2003
8. Alfonso Churchill 1/3/2003
9. Alfred Moir 1/3/2003
10. Amanda Barker 1/3/2003
11. Amelia Garrick 1/3/2003
12. America 4/9/2010
13. America In 1804 4/9/2010
14. America In 1904 4/9/2010
15. Ami Green 1/3/2003
16. Amos Sibley 1/3/2003
17. Andy The Night-Watch 1/3/2003
18. Aner Clute 1/3/2003
19. Anne Rutledge 1/3/2003
20. Anthony Findlay 1/3/2003
21. Archibald Higbie 1/3/2003
22. Arlo Will 1/3/2003
23. Ballad Of Jesus Of Nazareth 4/9/2010
24. Ballad Of The Traitor’s Soul 4/9/2010
25. Ballade Of Dead Republics 4/9/2010
26. Banner Of Men Who Were Free 4/9/2010
27. Barney Hainsfeather 1/3/2003
28. Barry Holden 1/3/2003
29. Batterson Dobyns 1/3/2003
30. Benjamin Fraser 1/3/2003
31. Benjamin Painter 1/3/2003
32. Bert Kessler 1/3/2003
33. Blind Jack 1/3/2003
34. Butch Weldy 1/3/2003
35. Calvin Campbell 1/3/2003
36. Captain Orlando Killion 1/3/2003
37. Carl Hamblin 1/3/2003
38. Caroline Branson 1/3/2003
39. Cassius Hueffer 1/3/2003
40. Charles Webster 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Edgar Lee Masters

George Gray

I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me --
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the ...

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Seth Compton

When I died, the circulating library
Which I built up for Spoon River,
And managed for the good of inquiring minds,
Was sold at auction on the public square,
As if to destroy the last vestige
Of my memory and influence.
For those of you who could not see the virtue
Of knowing Volney's "Ruins" as well as Butler's "Analogy"
And "Faust" as well as "Evangeline,"

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