Edgar Lee Masters

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

Alfred Moir - Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

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 I chanced to see the book in a window,
With its garish cover luring my eye?
And why did my soul respond to the book,
As I read it over and over?


Comments about Alfred Moir by Edgar Lee Masters

  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (6/19/2017 11:33:00 PM)


    We all have so many whys in our life.
    The questions and a hint of regret most elegantly worded in this poem.
    But why did I go to Mason City,
    Where I chanced to see the book in a window,
    With its garish cover luring my eye?
    And why did my soul respond to the book,
    As I read it over and over?
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  • Suresh Raavi (6/19/2017 6:28:00 AM)


    Beautiful. Thank you for sharing this (Report) Reply

  • Alexander Julian (6/19/2017 4:26:00 AM)


    Sometimes you give the answers by asking questions. Isn't that strange? Questions can be answers and answers can be questions, thus we're still in the universe trying to grasp the light out of window like Edgar's book did for him. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (6/19/2017 2:29:00 AM)


    Such an interesting poem posted here... Many thanks...👍👍👍 (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (6/19/2017 1:03:00 AM)


    An imaginative poem with good imagery. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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