Edgar Lee Masters

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

Percy Bysshe Shelley - Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

My father who owned the wagon-shop
And grew rich shoeing horses
Sent me to the University of Montreal.
I learned nothing and returned home,
Roaming the fields with Bert Kessler,
Hunting quail and snipe.
At Thompson's Lake the trigger of my gun
Caught in the side of the boat
And a great hole was shot through my heart.
Over me a fond father erected this marble shaft,
On which stands the figure of a woman
Carved by an Italian artist.
They say the ashes of my namesake
Were scattered near the pyramid of Caius Cestius
Somewhere near Rome.


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  • (8/11/2016 7:15:00 PM)


    A tragic and multi-layered poem, suggesting more about the absent father that it doess about the dead, bemused namesake. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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