Explore "Fletcher Mcgee" by Edgar Lee Masters on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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 eye 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.