She was a hunk of sculptor's clay,
My secret thoughts were fingers:
They flew behind her pensive brow
And lined it deep with pain.
(Fletcher Mcgee)
More Quotes from Edgar Lee Masters:
She took my strength by the minutes,She took my life by hours,
She drained me like a fevered moon
That saps the spinning world.
Edgar Lee Masters
And you weave high-hearted, singing, singing,
You guard the threads of love and friendship
For noble figures in gold and purple.
Edgar Lee Masters
I who kept the greenhouse,
Lover of trees and flowers,
Oft in life saw this umbrageous elm,
Measuring its generous branches with my eye,
And listened to its rejoicing leaves
Lovingly patting each other
With sweet aeolian whispers.
Edgar Lee Masters
It may serve a turn in your life.
Edgar Lee Masters
We were married and lived together for seventy years,
Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children,
Eight of whom we lost
Ere I had reached the age of sixty.
Edgar Lee Masters
Break them and dispel the witchcraft
Of thinking your tub is life!
Edgar Lee Masters
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