Poems by Edgar Lee Masters
John Ballard
... But I might as well have tried to make friends with the bouquet ...
Percival Sharp
... It is your horn and your angel and your family's estimate ...
Alexander Throckmorton
... But my weary wings could not follow my vision -- ...
Fletcher McGee
... They set the lips, and sagged the cheeks, ...
The Hill
... The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter ...
Lydia Humphrey
... But if the high air was sweet to them, sweet was the church to me ...
Butch Weldy
... And my eyes burned crisp as a couple of eggs ...
A.D. Blood
... Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards, ...
Cassius Hueffer
... ' While I lived I could not cope with slanderous tongues, ...
Blind Jack
... To the song of Susie Skinner, while whipping the horses ...
Amanda Barker
... Traveler, it is believed in the village where I lived ...
Julia Miller
... I see the flickering light of these words even now: ...
Deacon Taylor
... And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon ...
Julian Scott
... Their reasons for life, reasons with me for death ...
Barry Holden
... Would not do. Well, how about me with eight children, ...
