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, ...
Back and forth, back and forth, to and from the church,
With my Bible under my arm
Till I was gray and old;
Unwedded, alone in the world,
Finding brothers and sisters in the congregation,
And children in the church.
I know they laughed and thought me queer.
I knew of the eagle souls that flew high in the sunlight,
Above the spire of the church, and laughed at the church,