Edgar Lee Masters

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

Edgar Lee Masters Poems

241. Anthony Findlay 1/3/2003
242. Barney Hainsfeather 1/3/2003
243. Aaron Hatfield 1/3/2003
244. Ace Shaw 1/3/2003
245. Alfonso Churchill 1/3/2003
246. Amos Sibley 1/3/2003
247. Arlo Will 1/3/2003
248. Archibald Higbie 1/3/2003
249. Aner Clute 1/3/2003
250. The Hill 1/3/2003
251. Lucinda Matlock 1/3/2003
252. Andy The Night-Watch 1/3/2003
253. Amelia Garrick 1/3/2003
254. Alexander Throckmorton 1/3/2003
255. Richard Bone 1/3/2003
256. Amanda Barker 1/3/2003
257. Abel Melveny 1/3/2003
258. Anne Rutledge 1/3/2003
259. George Gray 1/3/2003
260. A.D. Blood 1/3/2003
261. Fiddler Jones 1/3/2003
262. Alfred Moir 1/3/2003
263. Silence 1/4/2003

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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Lydia Humphrey

Back and forth, back and forth, to and from the church,
With my Bible under my arm
Till I was gray and old;
Unwedded, alone in the world,
Finding brothers and sisters in the congregation,
And children in the church.
I know they laughed and thought me queer.
I knew of the eagle souls that flew high in the sunlight,
Above the spire of the church, and laughed at the church,

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