Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Poems of Edwin Arlington Robinson

101. Souvenir 1/3/2003
102. Stafford's Cabin 1/3/2003
103. Supremacy 1/3/2003
104. Tact 1/3/2003
105. Tasker Norcross 1/3/2003
106. The Altar 1/3/2003
107. The Book of Annandale 1/3/2003
108. The Burning Book 1/3/2003
109. The Children of the Night 1/3/2003
110. The Chorus of Old Men in Aegus 1/3/2003
111. The Clerks 1/3/2003
112. The Clinging Vine 1/3/2003
113. The Companion 1/3/2003
114. The Corridor 1/3/2003
115. The Dark Hills 1/3/2003
116. The Dark House 1/3/2003
117. The Dead Village 1/3/2003
118. The False Gods 1/3/2003
119. The Field of Glory 1/3/2003
120. The Flying Dutchman 1/3/2003

Dear Friends

Dear Friends, reproach me not for what I do,
Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
That I am wearing half my life away
For bubble-work that only fools pursue.
And if my bubbles be too small for you,
Blow bigger then your own: the games we play
To fill the frittered minutes of a day,
Good glasses are to read the spirit through.

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