Edgar Lee Masters

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

John Ballard


In the lust of my strength
I cursed God, but he paid no attention to me:
I might as well have cursed the stars.
In my last sickness I was in agony, but I was resolute
And I cursed God for my suffering;
Still He paid no attention to me;
He left me alone, as He had always done.
I might as well have cursed the Presbyterian steeple.
Then, as I grew weaker, a terror came over me:
Perhaps I had alienated God by cursing him.
One day Lydia Humphrey brought me a bouquet
And it occurred to me to try to make friends with God,
So I tried to make friends with Him;
But I might as well have tried to make friends with the bouquet.
Now I was very close to the secret,
For I really could make friends with the bouquet
By holding close to me the love in me for the bouquet
And so I was creeping upon the secret, but --

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Ax Axax (1/28/2006 9:28:00 AM)

    an older man is trying to find strength, he prayed and asked god but god was no more powerful than any of the numerous stars.
    the guy then finds himself dieing and againgn asking for gods forgiving hand and to ease his agonizing pain
    he then claims that god has left him alone as always and that god is no more powerful thatn the church
    the guy then recieves a visitor, who brought with a boquet of flowers.
    the guys then decides to make peace with god and be friends with the flowers.
    MORAL; god is around and powerful, even though u may not see signs of his exsistance he is there and when the time is right u will find he is there for u. (By holding close to me the love in me for the bouquet
    And so I was creeping upon the secret, but -) this last line represents the love of god in an object as flowers and the last word or sentance that is not finnished show the guy has passed from this world and is happy. (Report) Reply

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