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. Richard Bone 1/3/2003
256. Alexander Throckmorton 1/3/2003
257. Amanda Barker 1/3/2003
258. Fiddler Jones 1/3/2003
259. Anne Rutledge 1/3/2003
260. A.D. Blood 1/3/2003
261. Alfred Moir 1/3/2003
262. Silence 1/4/2003
263. George Gray 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Edgar Lee Masters

George Gray

I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me --
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the ...

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Peleg Poague

Horses and men are just alike.
There was my stallion, Billy Lee,
Black as a cat and trim as a deer,
With an eye of fire, keen to start,
And he could hit the fastest speed
Of any racer around Spoon River.
But just as you'd think he couldn't lose,
With his lead of fifty yards or more,
He'd rear himself and throw the rider,

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