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Edgar Lee Masters

The earth keeps some vibration going
There in your heart, and that is you.
And if the people find you can fiddle,
Why, fiddle you must, for all your life.

Edgar Lee Masters (23 August 18685 March 1950) was an American poet, biographer and dramatist. He is best known for the Spoon River Anthology.

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  • In my Spanish cloak,
    And old slouch hat,
    And overshoes of felt,
    And Tyke, my faithful dog,
    And my knotted hickory cane,
    I slipped about with a bull's-eye lantern
    From door to door on the square
  • Blind as I was, I tried to get out
    As the carriage fell in the ditch,
    And was caught in the wheels and killed.
  • Go by reverently, and read with sober care
    How a great people, riding with defiant shouts
    The centaur of Revolution,
    Spurred and whipped to frenzy,
    Shook with terror, seeing the mist of the sea
    Over the precipice they were nearing,
    And fell from his back in precipitate awe
    To celebrate the Feast of the Supreme Being.
  • And when you are poor and have to carry
    The Christian creed and wife and children
    All on your back, it is too much!
    That's why I made the Elixir of Youth,
    Which landed me in the jail at Peoria
    Branded a swindler and a crook
    By the upright Federal Judge!
  • You may think, passer-by, that Fate
    Is a pit-fall outside of yourself,
    Around which you may walk by the use of foresight
    And wisdom.
  • In time you shall see Fate approach you
    In the shape of your own image in the mirror;
    Or you shall sit alone by your own hearth,
    And suddenly the chair by you shall hold a guest,
    And you shall know that guest,
    And read the authentic message of his eyes.
    • Lyman King
  • The earth keeps some vibration going
    There in your heart, and that is you.
    And if the people find you can fiddle,
    Why, fiddle you must, for all your life.
    • "Fiddler Jones"
  • I never started to plow in my life
    That some one did not stop in the road
    And take me away to a dance or picnic.
    I ended up with forty acres;
    I ended up with a broken fiddle —
    And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories,
    And not a single regret.
    • Fiddler Jones

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