Edgar Lee Masters

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

Deacon Taylor - Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

I belonged to the church,
And to the party of prohibition;
And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon.
In truth I had cirrhosis of the liver,
For every noon for thirty years,
I slipped behind the prescription partition
In Trainor's drug store
And poured a generous drink
From the bottle marked
"Spiritus frumenti."


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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