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Charlie French

© Edgar Lee Masters

Did you ever find out
which of the boys it was
Who snapped the toy pistol against my hand?
There when the flags were red and white

Past One O'Clock, shorter version

© Vladimir Mayakovsky

Past one o'clock. You must have gone to bed.

The Milky Way streams silver through the night.

Anne Rutledge

© Edgar Lee Masters

Out of me unworthy and unknown
The vibrations of deathless music;
'With malice toward none, with charity for all.'
Out of me the forgiveness of millions toward millions,

The Epicure

© Edgar Albert Guest

I've sipped a rich man's sparkling wine,

His silverware I've handled.

Ace Shaw

© Edgar Lee Masters

I never saw any difference
Between playing cards for money
And selling real estate,
Practicing law, banking, or anything else.

Friends

© William Butler Yeats

NOW must I these three praise -

Three women that have wrought

Ernest Hyde

© Edgar Lee Masters

My mind was a mirror:
It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew.
In youth my mind was just a mirror
In a rapidly flying car,

Bacchus: Or, The Vines Of Lesbos

As Bacchus ranging at his leisure,
(Io Bacchus! king of pleasure)
Charm'd the wide world with drink and dances,
And all his thousand airy fancies;
Alas! he quite forgot the while
His fav'rite vines in Lesbos isle.

Faith Matheny

© Edgar Lee Masters

At first you will know not what they mean,
And you may never know,
And we may never tell you: --
These sudden flashes in your soul,

The Municipal Gallery Revisited

© William Butler Yeats

AROUND me the images of thirty years:

An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side;

The Village Atheist

© Edgar Lee Masters

Ye young debaters over the doctrine
Of the soul's immortality
I who lie here was the village atheist,
Talkative, contentious, versed in the arguments

Zenas Witt

© Edgar Lee Masters

I was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams,
And specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness.
And I couldn't remember the books I read,
Like Frank Drummer who memorized page after page.

A Soldier

© Robert Frost

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,

That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,

Mrs. Charles Bliss

Reverend Wiley advised me not to divorce him
For the sake of the children,
And Judge Somers advised him the same.
So we stuck to the end of the path.

Spenser's Island

has not altered;-

a place as kind as it is green,

Clarence Darrow

This is Darrow,
Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart,
And his drawl, and his infinite paradox
And his sadness, and kindness,
And his artist sense that drives him to shape his life
To something harmonious, even against the schemes of God.