Edgar Lee Masters
Edgar Lee Masters Poems
|241.||Thomas Ross, Jr.||1/3/2003|
|245.||Trainor The Druggist||1/3/2003|
|247.||W. Lloyd Garrison Standard||1/3/2003|
|252.||Wendell P. Bloyd||1/3/2003|
|255.||William And Emily||1/3/2003|
|257.||William H. Herndon||1/3/2003|
Comments about Edgar Lee Masters
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,
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.