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Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)


Roscoe Purkapile


She loved me. Oh! how she loved me!
I never had a chance to escape
From the day she first saw me.
But then after we were married I thought
She might prove her mortality and let me out,
Or she might divorce me.
But few die, none resign.
Then I ran away and was gone a year on a lark.
But she never complained. She said all would be well,
That I would return. And I did return.
I told her that while taking a row in a boat
I had been captured near Van Buren Street
By pirates on Lake Michigan,
And kept in chains, so I could not write her.
She cried and kissed me, and said it was cruel,
Outrageous, inhuman!
I then concluded our marriage
Was a divine dispensation
And could not be dissolved,
Except by death.
I was right.



Edgar Lee Masters's other poems:
  1. Jim Brown
  2. Mrs. Kessler
  3. Aaron Hatfield
  4. Daniel M’Cumber
  5. Lyman King


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