Poets | Bookstore | Poem of the Day | Top 40 | Search | Comments | Privacy
December 26th, 2014 - we have 234 poets, 8,025 poems and 282,504 comments.
Edgar Lee Masters - Editor Whedon

To be able to see every side of every question;
To be on every side, to be everything, to be nothing long;
To pervert truth, to ride it for a purpose,
To use great feelings and passions of the human family
For base designs, for cunning ends,
To wear a mask like the Greek actors --
Your eight-page paper -- behind which you huddle,
Bawling through the megaphone of big type:
"This is I, the giant."
Thereby also living the life of a sneak-thief,
Poisoned with the anonymous words
Of your clandestine soul.
To scratch dirt over scandal for money,
And exhume it to the winds for revenge,
Or to sell papers,
Crushing reputations, or bodies, if need be,
To win at any cost, save your own life.
To glory in demoniac power, ditching civilization,
As a paranoiac boy puts a log on the track
And derails the express train.
To be an editor, as I was.
Then to lie here close by the river over the place
Where the sewage flows from the village,
And the empty cans and garbage are dumped,
And abortions are hidden. 

Share |

Added: Mar 18 2005 | Viewed: 2521 times | Comments and analysis of Editor Whedon by Edgar Lee Masters Comments (0)

Editor Whedon - Comments and Information

Poet: Edgar Lee Masters
Poem: Editor Whedon
Poem of the Day: Nov 5 2014
There are no comments for this poem. Why not be the first one to post something about it?

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Editor Whedon, has not yet been commented on. You can click here to be the first to post a comment about it.

Poem Info

Masters Info
Copyright © 2000-2012 Gunnar Bengtsson. All Rights Reserved. Links | Bookstore