Edwin Arlington Robinson
Poems of Edwin Arlington Robinson
|167.||Variations of Greek Themes||1/3/2003|
|171.||Villanelle of Change||1/3/2003|
“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.”