To be judged by you,
The soul of me hidden from you,
With its wound gangrened
By love for a wife who made the wound,
With her cold white bosom, treasonous, pure and hard,
Relentless to the last, when the touch of her hand,
At any time, might have cured me of the typhus,
Caught in the jungle of life where many are lost.
(Harmon Whitney)
More Quotes from Edgar Lee Masters:
My offense was this:I said God lied to Adam, and destined him
to lead the life of a fool,
Ignorant that there is evil in the world as well as good.
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I died to you, no doubt.
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A beast of the field moans a few times
When death takes its young.
Edgar Lee Masters
It may serve a turn in your life.
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I ended up with forty acres;
I ended up with a broken fiddle-
And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories.
Edgar Lee Masters
Immortality is not a gift, Immortality is an achievement; And only those who strive mightily Shall possess it.
Edgar Lee Masters
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