English Poetry. Edgar Lee Masters. Petit, The Poet. Эдгар Ли Мастерс.

Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)

Petit, The Poet

Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel--
Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens--
But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof.
Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Ballades by the score with the same old thought:
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished;
And what is love but a rose that fades?
Life all around me here in the village:
Tragedy, comedy, valor and truth,
Courage, constancy, heroism, failure--
All in the loom, and oh what patterns!
Woodlands, meadows, streams and rivers--
Blind to all of it all my life long.
Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics,
While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines?

Edgar Lee Masters’s other poems:

1. Schroeder the Fisherman
2. Theodore the Poet
3. Roger Heston
4. Rosie Roberts
5. Robert Davidson

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