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. The Hill 1/3/2003
249. Archibald Higbie 1/3/2003
250. Aner Clute 1/3/2003
251. Abel Melveny 1/3/2003
252. Lucinda Matlock 1/3/2003
253. Andy The Night-Watch 1/3/2003
254. Amelia Garrick 1/3/2003
255. Alexander Throckmorton 1/3/2003
256. Richard Bone 1/3/2003
257. Amanda Barker 1/3/2003
258. Anne Rutledge 1/3/2003
259. George Gray 1/3/2003
260. Fiddler Jones 1/3/2003
261. A.D. Blood 1/3/2003
262. Alfred Moir 1/3/2003
263. Silence 1/4/2003

Comments about Edgar Lee Masters

  • Del Ritchie (6/28/2018 12:18:00 PM)

    I remember in high school when the test question asked what was Edgar Lee Masters famous for writing? My response was Master pieces.

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  • 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.

  • 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, ...

Read the full of Silence

Seth Compton

When I died, the circulating library
Which I built up for Spoon River,
And managed for the good of inquiring minds,
Was sold at auction on the public square,
As if to destroy the last vestige
Of my memory and influence.
For those of you who could not see the virtue
Of knowing Volney's "Ruins" as well as Butler's "Analogy"
And "Faust" as well as "Evangeline,"

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