Edgar Lee Masters

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

Edgar Lee Masters Poems

241. Thomas Ross, Jr. 1/3/2003
242. Thomas Trevelyan 1/3/2003
243. Tom Beatty 1/3/2003
244. Tom Merritt 1/3/2003
245. Trainor The Druggist 1/3/2003
246. Voltaire Johnson 1/3/2003
247. W. Lloyd Garrison Standard 1/3/2003
248. Wallace Ferguson 1/3/2003
249. Walter Simmons 1/3/2003
250. Washington Mcneely 1/3/2003
251. Webster Ford 1/3/2003
252. Wendell P. Bloyd 1/3/2003
253. Widow Mcfarlane 1/3/2003
254. Willard Fluke 1/3/2003
255. William And Emily 1/3/2003
256. William Goode 1/3/2003
257. William H. Herndon 1/3/2003
258. William Jones 1/3/2003
259. Willie Metcalf 1/3/2003
260. Willie Pennington 1/3/2003
261. Yee Bow 1/3/2003
262. Zenas Witt 1/3/2003
263. Zilpha Marsh 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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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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