I spun, I wove, I kept the house, I nursed the sick,
I made the garden, and for holiday
Rambled over the fields where sang the larks,
And by Spoon River gathering many a shell,
And many a flower and medicinal weed--
Shouting to the wooded hills, singing to the green valleys.
(Lucinda Matlock)
More Quotes from Edgar Lee Masters:
Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknownWho lies here with no stone to mark the place.
Edgar Lee Masters
Pure or fool, for it makes no matter,
It's blood that calls to our blood.
Edgar Lee Masters
At last brought here-
My boyhood home, you know-
Not even a little tablet in Chicago
To keep my name alive.
Edgar Lee Masters
They come in solitude, or perhaps
You sit with your friend, and all at once
A silence falls on speech, and his eyes
Without a flicker glow at you: --
You two have seen the secret together,
He sees it in you, and you in him.
Edgar Lee Masters
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.
Edgar Lee Masters
I went to the city for themes and to enrich my art;
There married the banker's daughter,
And later became president of the bank-
Always looking forward to some leisure
To write an epic novel of the war.
Edgar Lee Masters
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