Edgar Lee Masters

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

Edgar Lee Masters Poems

81. Nellie Clark 1/3/2003
82. Nancy Knapp 1/3/2003
83. Mrs. Williams 1/3/2003
84. Mrs. Sibley 1/3/2003
85. Mrs. Purkapile 1/3/2003
86. Mrs. Meyers 1/3/2003
87. Mrs. Merritt 1/3/2003
88. Mrs. Kessler 1/3/2003
89. Mrs. George Reece 1/3/2003
90. Mrs. Benjamin Painter 1/3/2003
91. Minerva Jones 1/3/2003
92. Mickey M'Grew 1/3/2003
93. Mary Mcneely 1/3/2003
94. Marie Bateson 1/3/2003
95. Margaret Fuller Slack 1/3/2003
96. Many Soldiers 1/3/2003
97. Magrady Graham 1/3/2003
98. Mabel Osborne 1/3/2003
99. Lyman King 1/3/2003
100. Lydia Puckett 1/3/2003
101. Lydia Humphrey 1/3/2003
102. Lucius Atherton 1/3/2003
103. Lucinda Matlock 1/3/2003
104. Louise Smith 1/3/2003
105. Lois Spears 1/3/2003
106. Lilian Stewart 1/3/2003
107. Le Roy Goldman 1/3/2003
108. Lambert Hutchins 1/3/2003
109. Knowlt Hoheimer 1/3/2003
110. Kinsey Keene 1/3/2003
111. Justice Arnett 1/3/2003
112. Julian Scott 1/3/2003
113. Julia Miller 1/3/2003
114. Judson Stoddard 1/3/2003
115. Judge Somers 1/3/2003
116. Judge Selah Lively 1/3/2003
117. Josiah Tompkins 1/3/2003
118. Joseph Dixon 1/3/2003
119. Jonathan Swift Somers 1/3/2003
120. Jonathan Houghton 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Edgar Lee Masters

Silence

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, ...

Read the full of Silence

Lydia Humphrey

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,

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