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, ...
All they said was true:
I wrecked my father's bank with my loans
To dabble in wheat; but this was true --
I was buying wheat for him as well,
Who couldn't margin the deal in his name
Because of his church relationship.
And while George Reece was serving his term
I chased the will-o'-the-wisp of women,
And the mockery of wine in New York.