Edgar Lee Masters
Edgar Lee Masters Poems
|241.||Thomas Ross, Jr.||1/3/2003|
|245.||Trainor The Druggist||1/3/2003|
|247.||W. Lloyd Garrison Standard||1/3/2003|
|252.||Wendell P. Bloyd||1/3/2003|
|255.||William And Emily||1/3/2003|
|257.||William H. Herndon||1/3/2003|
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid,
And the silence of the sick
When their eyes roam about the room.
And I ask: For the depths,
Of what use is language?
A beast of the field moans a few times
When death takes its young.
And we are voiceless in the presence of realities --
We cannot speak.
A curious boy asks an old soldier
Sitting in front of the grocery store,
"How did you lose your leg?"
And the old soldier is struck with silence, ...
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,"