Edgar Lee Masters

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

Edgar Lee Masters Poems

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

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Peleg Poague

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,

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