Today marks the 150th anniversary of the birth of Edgar Lee Masters. This poem sounds a bit like sour grapes, given that Masters was himself a lawyer who probably stood before a circuit judge from time to time. Though he is associated, I suppose, with the Midwest, he died in Melrose Park, just outside of Philadelphia.
Thursday, August 23, 2018
Sesquicentennial …
… The Circuit Judge by Edgar Lee Masters | Poetry Foundation. (Hat tip, Rus Bowden.)
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