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Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)


Butch Weldy


After I got religion and steadied down
They gave me a job in the canning works,
And every morning I had to fill
The tank in the yard with gasoline,
That fed the blow-fires in the sheds
To heat the soldering irons.
And I mounted a rickety ladder to do it,
Carrying buckets full of the stuff.
One morning, as I stood there pouring,
The air grew still and seemed to heave,
And I shot up as the tank exploded,
And down I came with both legs broken,
And my eyes burned crisp as a couple of eggs.
For someone left a blow-fire going,
And something sucked the flame in the tank.
The Circuit Judge said whoever did it
Was a fellow-servant of mine, and so
Old Rhodes’ son didn’t have to pay me.
And I sat on the witness stand as blind
As Jack the Fiddler, saying over and over,
”l didn’t know him at all.”



Edgar Lee Masters's other poems:
  1. Judson Stoddard
  2. Jeremy Carlisle
  3. The Village Atheist
  4. Sarah Brown
  5. Le Roy Goldman


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