Edwin Arlington Robinson

(22 December 1869 – 6 April 1935 / Maine / United States)

Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

161. Two Men 1/3/2003
162. Two Octaves 1/3/2003
163. Two Quatrains 1/3/2003
164. Two Sonnets 1/3/2003
165. Uncle Ananias 1/3/2003
166. Vain Gratuities 1/3/2003
167. Variations Of Greek Themes 1/3/2003
168. Verlaine 1/3/2003
169. Veteran Sirens 1/3/2003
170. Vickery's Mountain 1/3/2003
171. Villanelle Of Change 1/3/2003
172. Walt Whitman 1/3/2003
173. Why He Was There 11/26/2014
174. Zola 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Edwin Arlington Robinson

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went ...

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Tasker Norcross

“Whether all towns and all who live in them—
So long as they be somewhere in this world
That we in our complacency call ours—
Are more or less the same, I leave to you.
I should say less. Whether or not, meanwhile,
We’ve all two legs—and as for that, we haven’t—
There were three kinds of men where I was born:
The good, the not so good, and Tasker Norcross.
Now there are two kinds.”

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