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Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)


Dorcas Gustine


I was not beloved of the villagers,
But all because I spoke my mind,
And met those who transgressed against me
With plain remonstrance, hiding nor nurturing
Nor secret griefs nor grudges.
That act of the Spartan boy is greatly praised,
Who hid the wolf under his cloak,
Letting it devour him, uncomplainingly.
It is braver, I think, to snatch the wolf forth
And fight him openly, even in the street,
Amid dust and howls of pain.
The tongue may be an unruly member --
But silence poisons the soul.
Berate me who will -- I am content.



Edgar Lee Masters's other poems:
  1. Aaron Hatfield
  2. Daniel M’Cumber
  3. Jim Brown
  4. Judson Stoddard
  5. Percival Sharp


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