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, ...
Horses and men are just alike.
There was my stallion, Billy Lee,
Black as a cat and trim as a deer,
With an eye of fire, keen to start,
And he could hit the fastest speed
Of any racer around Spoon River.
But just as you'd think he couldn't lose,
With his lead of fifty yards or more,
He'd rear himself and throw the rider,