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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Twilight Song

Through the shine, through the rain
We have shared the day’s load;
To the old march again
We have tramped the long road;
We have laughed, we have cried,
And we’ve tossed the King’s crown;
We have fought, we have died,
And we’ve trod the day down.
So it’s lift the old song

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