English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. John Ballard. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.

Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)

John Ballard

In the lust of my strength
I cursed God, but he paid no attention to me:
I might as well have cursed the stars.
In my last sickness I was in agony, but I was resolute
And I cursed God for my suffering;
Still He paid no attention to me;
He left me alone, as He had always done.
I might as well have cursed the Presbyterian steeple.
Then, as I grew weaker, a terror came over me:
Perhaps I had alienated God by cursing him.
One day Lydia Humphrey brought me a bouquet
And it occurred to me to try to make friends with God,
So I tried to make friends with Him;
But I might as well have tried to make friends with the bouquet.
Now I was very close to the secret,
For I really could make friends with the bouquet
By holding close to me the love in me for the bouquet
And so I was creeping upon the secret, but --

Edgar Lee Masters’s other poems:

1. Mrs. Kessler
2. Schroeder the Fisherman
3. On a Bust
4. Theodore the Poet
5. Lyman King

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