Edgar Lee Masters

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

Edgar Lee Masters Poems

161. Lucinda Matlock 1/3/2003
162. Lucius Atherton 1/3/2003
163. Lydia Humphrey 1/3/2003
164. Lydia Puckett 1/3/2003
165. Lyman King 1/3/2003
166. Mabel Osborne 1/3/2003
167. Magrady Graham 1/3/2003
168. Many Soldiers 1/3/2003
169. Margaret Fuller Slack 1/3/2003
170. Marie Bateson 1/3/2003
171. Mary Mcneely 1/3/2003
172. Mickey M'Grew 1/3/2003
173. Minerva Jones 1/3/2003
174. Mrs. Benjamin Painter 1/3/2003
175. Mrs. George Reece 1/3/2003
176. Mrs. Kessler 1/3/2003
177. Mrs. Merritt 1/3/2003
178. Mrs. Meyers 1/3/2003
179. Mrs. Purkapile 1/3/2003
180. Mrs. Sibley 1/3/2003
181. Mrs. Williams 1/3/2003
182. Nancy Knapp 1/3/2003
183. Nellie Clark 1/3/2003
184. Nicholas Bindle 1/3/2003
185. O Glorious France 1/3/2003
186. Oaks Tutt 1/3/2003
187. Ollie Mcgee 1/3/2003
188. On A Bust 1/3/2003
189. On A Picture Of John D. Rockefeller 4/9/2010
190. Oscar Hummel 1/3/2003
191. Paul Mcneely 1/3/2003
192. Pauline Barrett 1/3/2003
193. Peleg Poague 1/3/2003
194. Penniwit, The Artist 1/3/2003
195. Percival Sharp 1/3/2003
196. Percy Bysshe Shelley 1/3/2003
197. Perry Zoll 1/3/2003
198. Petit, The Poet 1/3/2003
199. Plymouth Rock Joe 1/3/2003
200. Professor Newcomer 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Edgar Lee Masters

George Gray

I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me --
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the ...

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Seth Compton

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,"

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