Edgar Lee Masters

Kansas / United States
Edgar Lee Masters
Kansas / United States
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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
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Sylvia Frances Chan 08 December 2017
THE FIRST PART: because they cannot be posted in ONE WHOLE, so I have divided inti THREE PARTS: My CONGRATS to the Family of the Classic Poet. Such a greatest JOY to read this very intelligent poem of The DAY. Full of metaphors and bit irony. It is here an obvious fact that the poet was not addicted to alcohol,
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Sylvia Frances Chan 08 December 2017
THE SECOND PART: as he declared himself as dry and clean BUT he made hints to the present famous persons in society at his time. All I know is that the poet loved a very lot reading books that he described in the last FIVE lines. I must admit that I had to read this poem at the least twice. Perhaps thrice.
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Sylvia Frances Chan 08 December 2017
THE LAST PART: A very enjoyable Classic poem with tints of light irony. With the very best wishes, a TEN for this entertaining poem, sincerely Sylvia Frances Chan AD Saturday 9 Dec 2017 at 1.35 hrs. AM West European Time.
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Edward Kofi Louis 08 December 2017
Fall on me! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Glen Kappy 08 December 2017
From the Spoon River Anthology I'm guessing, the above poem by itself loses something without knowing who the other people are the speaker refers to. I like how straightforward it is and the descriptive language—devoured and rotted great verbs in their contexts, and impotent and errant great adjectives in theirs. What was the book? I'd like to know. And the closing four lines are mysteries that I share which bring to my mind the idea of destiny. GK
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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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Resh Kav 19 June 2017
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing this
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Alexander Julian 19 June 2017
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.
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Bernard F. Asuncion 19 June 2017
Such an interesting poem posted here... Many thanks...??????
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