Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

161. Two Gardens In Linndale 1/3/2003
162. Two Men 1/3/2003
163. Two Octaves 1/3/2003
164. Two Quatrains 1/3/2003
165. Two Sonnets 1/3/2003
166. Uncle Ananias 1/3/2003
167. Vain Gratuities 1/3/2003
168. Variations Of Greek Themes 1/3/2003
169. Verlaine 1/3/2003
170. Veteran Sirens 1/3/2003
171. Vickery's Mountain 1/3/2003
172. Villanelle Of Change 1/3/2003
173. Walt Whitman 1/3/2003
174. Why He Was There 11/26/2014
175. 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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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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