Edgar Lee Masters

Here is another excellent poem from the great Richard Eberhart (1904-2005).

                         Edgar Lee Masters

          I am old, stony-faced, and hard,
          But I had fire when I was young.

         I began telling it like it was
         Shortly after it was like it was.

         It has never been so again
        And I have never been so either.

        I felt the real itch of the people
        From swinging on their grave stones.

       Now I have been made into a stamp.
       I always knew I would take a licking.