Edgar Lee Masters

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

Edgar Lee Masters Poems

1. Inexorable Deities 6/23/2015
2. Peleg Poague 1/3/2003
3. Perry Zoll 1/3/2003
4. Nicholas Bindle 1/3/2003
5. Isaiah Beethoven 1/3/2003
6. Isa Nutter 1/3/2003
7. Percival Sharp 1/3/2003
8. Nancy Knapp 1/3/2003
9. On A Picture Of John D. Rockefeller 4/9/2010
10. Hon. Henry Bennett 1/3/2003
11. Harry Carey Goodhue 1/3/2003
12. Dow Kritt 1/3/2003
13. Ippolit Konovaloff 1/3/2003
14. Henry C. Calhoun 1/3/2003
15. Pauline Barrett 1/3/2003
16. Edith Conant 1/3/2003
17. Elijah Browning 1/3/2003
18. English Thornton 1/3/2003
19. Ezra Bartlett 1/3/2003
20. Father Malloy 1/3/2003
21. Calvin Campbell 1/3/2003
22. Conrad Siever 1/3/2003
23. Gustav Richter 1/3/2003
24. Harold Arnett 1/3/2003
25. Jennie M'Grew 1/3/2003
26. Le Roy Goldman 1/3/2003
27. Henry Tripp 1/3/2003
28. Frank Drummer 1/3/2003
29. Clarence Fawcett 1/3/2003
30. Magrady Graham 1/3/2003
31. Ida Chicken 1/3/2003
32. Elliott Hawkins 1/3/2003
33. Charles Webster 1/3/2003
34. Barry Holden 1/3/2003
35. Batterson Dobyns 1/3/2003
36. John M. Church 1/3/2003
37. Harlan Sewall 1/3/2003
38. Minerva Jones 1/3/2003
39. Hiram Scates 1/3/2003
40. Indignation Jones 1/3/2003

Comments about Edgar Lee Masters

  • Donald Simon Schofield (8/2/2012 9:33:00 AM)

    Hello, I cannot find the poem 'Tomorrow is my birthday’ by Edgar Lee?
    I think that he wrote this before his 80 birthday. A wonderful poem.
    I love your poems. Thank you.
    Schofield. Northallerton. Yorkshire. UK.

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  • Donald Simon Schofield (7/18/2012 4:17:00 AM)

    Hello, I cannot find the poem 'Tomorrow is my birthday’ by Edgar Lee?
    I think that he wrote this before his 80 birthday. A wonderful poem.
    I love your poems. Thank you.
    Schofield. Northallerton. Yorkshire. UK.

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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Ralph Rhodes

All they said was true:
I wrecked my father's bank with my loans
To dabble in wheat; but this was true --
I was buying wheat for him as well,
Who couldn't margin the deal in his name
Because of his church relationship.
And while George Reece was serving his term
I chased the will-o'-the-wisp of women,
And the mockery of wine in New York.

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