Edgar Lee Masters

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

Edgar Lee Masters Poems

1. A.D. Blood 1/3/2003
2. Aaron Hatfield 1/3/2003
3. Abel Melveny 1/3/2003
4. Ace Shaw 1/3/2003
5. Adam Weirauch 1/3/2003
6. Albert Schirding 1/3/2003
7. Alexander Throckmorton 1/3/2003
8. Alfonso Churchill 1/3/2003
9. Alfred Moir 1/3/2003
10. Amanda Barker 1/3/2003
11. Amelia Garrick 1/3/2003
12. America 4/9/2010
13. America In 1804 4/9/2010
14. America In 1904 4/9/2010
15. Ami Green 1/3/2003
16. Amos Sibley 1/3/2003
17. Andy The Night-Watch 1/3/2003
18. Aner Clute 1/3/2003
19. Anne Rutledge 1/3/2003
20. Anthony Findlay 1/3/2003
21. Archibald Higbie 1/3/2003
22. Arlo Will 1/3/2003
23. Ballad Of Jesus Of Nazareth 4/9/2010
24. Ballad Of The Traitor’s Soul 4/9/2010
25. Ballade Of Dead Republics 4/9/2010
26. Banner Of Men Who Were Free 4/9/2010
27. Barney Hainsfeather 1/3/2003
28. Barry Holden 1/3/2003
29. Batterson Dobyns 1/3/2003
30. Benjamin Fraser 1/3/2003
31. Benjamin Painter 1/3/2003
32. Bert Kessler 1/3/2003
33. Blind Jack 1/3/2003
34. Butch Weldy 1/3/2003
35. Calvin Campbell 1/3/2003
36. Captain Orlando Killion 1/3/2003
37. Carl Hamblin 1/3/2003
38. Caroline Branson 1/3/2003
39. Cassius Hueffer 1/3/2003
40. Charles Webster 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

Alfred Moir

Why was I not devoured by self-contempt,
And rotted down by indifference
And impotent revolt like Indignation Jones?
Why, with all of my errant steps
Did I miss the fate of Willard Fluke?
And why, though I stood at Burchard's bar,
As a sort of decoy for the house to the boys
To buy the drinks, did the curse of drink
Fall on me like rain that runs off,
Leaving the soul of me dry and clean?
And why did I never kill a man
Like Jack McGuire?
But instead I mounted a little in life,
And I owe it all to a book I read.
But why did I go to Mason City,
Where ...

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Elliott Hawkins

I looked like Abraham Lincoln.
I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship,
But standing for the rights of property and for order.
A regular church attendant,
Sometimes appearing in your town meetings to warn you
Against the evils of discontent and envy,
And to denounce those who tried to destroy the Union,
And to point to the peril of the Knights of Labor.
My success and my example are inevitable influences

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