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

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

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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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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