Fletcher McGee

Edgar Lee Masters

 
She took my strength by minutes,
She took my life by hours,
She drained me like a fevered moon
That saps the spinning world.
The days went by like shadows,
The minutes wheeled like stars.
She took the pity from my heart,
And made it into smiles.
She was a hunk of sculptor's clay,
My secret thoughts were fingers:
They flew behind her pensive brow
And lined it deep with pain.
They set the lips, and sagged the cheeks,
And drooped the eyes with sorrow.
My soul had entered in the clay,
Fighting like seven devils.
It was not mine, it was not hers;
She held it, but its struggles
Modeled a face she hated,
And a face I feared to see.
I beat the windows, shook the bolts.
I hid me in a corner--
And then she died and haunted me,
And hunted me for life.
 

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Further Reading

Poems About Enemies
A Divine Image
by William Blake
A Poison Tree
by William Blake
Epitaph on a Tyrant
by W. H. Auden
God
by Isaac Rosenberg
Helen
by H. D.
I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark, Not Day
by Gerard Manley Hopkins