Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

A Happy Man - Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.

Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind;
Near to them and to my wife,
I was happy all my life.

My three sons I married right,
And their sons I rocked at night;
Death nor sorrow never brought
Cause for one unhappy thought.

Now, and with no need of tears,
Here they leave me, full of years,--
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest.


Comments about A Happy Man by Edwin Arlington Robinson

  • Thabani Khumalo Thabani Khumalo (6/16/2015 9:01:00 AM)

    I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.o (Report) Reply

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  • John Richter (1/11/2015 8:46:00 PM)

    Very adept perspective on life - being happy enough to die....... (Report) Reply

  • Karan Pratap Singh Karan Pratap Singh (1/11/2015 3:25:00 PM)

    Ohh what a work indeed.! (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga Rajnish Manga (1/11/2015 11:36:00 AM)

    not many people get a chance to lead a life to their entire satisfaction and leave this world with a sense of divine bliss. (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/11/2015 9:37:00 AM)

    A great life and contented life and it is amazing and beautiful. Great it is. (Report) Reply

  • Meera Panigrahi (1/11/2015 5:22:00 AM)

    The poet deserves praise as he wishes not to be remembered (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (1/11/2014 9:13:00 AM)

    Lovely poem. A life lived with family love and affection faces the ultimate end with peace and satisfaction. Not a trace of sorrow or fear in poet's heart. A cherished moment of life when such emotions are expressed. (Report) Reply

  • Jack Growden Jack Growden (1/11/2014 2:44:00 AM)

    What a fantastic poem! ! Pure genius (Report) Reply

  • John Chung (6/8/2013 3:15:00 PM)

    How does the traveler represent that life is not the major reason for pain? (Report) Reply

  • Kumi Nicholas Kumi Nicholas (1/12/2013 9:40:00 AM)

    The personna refers to us as 'traveller' depicting that life is ephemeral and death is not the major reason for pity and pains as well as mourning as eulogize in the
    'traveller, do not pity me;
    Death nor sorrow never brought
    Cause for one unhappy thought.'
    #this a nice poem merred with rich ideals n thought..i realy enjoyed reading this. (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu Babatunde Aremu (1/11/2013 10:32:00 AM)

    A good man derives satisfaction from his family. Robinson has shown that he is a family man in this poem. Great write. (Report) Reply

  • Terence George Craddock (1/11/2013 3:03:00 AM)

    Innate within the human heart is is a desire for family and loved ones to be happy and prosperous, a desire for our children and their children to prosper and do well. Robinson beautifully expresses the happiness joy peace and contentment that an individual may feel when happy with his or her life. This poem is rich and seasoned with love of immediate and extended family as the lines

    Children that I leave behind,
    And their children, all were kind;
    Near to them and to my wife,
    I was happy all my life.

    so clearly demonstrates. The narrator is happy that his sons married right, that he had the joy of their sons to rock at night. Even the speaking from death opening stanza advocates the theme of the joys reaped from a good family life. The narrator claims that in his life philosophy, death and sorrows, common to us all, never brought him a single unhappy thought. Death and sorrows are certainties we all have and will share, but the rewards of a good family life, a life lived in full years of no regret, was a very good life. The narrator is happy to leave all loved ones prosperous and well, to enjoy a quiet rest/ In the region of the blest. A beautiful poem of rich seasoned sentiment. (Report) Reply

  • Hazelyn Usop Hazelyn Usop (1/11/2012 10:02:00 PM)

    you sound satisfied in you married life (Report) Reply

  • Annette Thompson (1/11/2012 6:25:00 PM)

    Tears and beauty And how very true a thought. (Report) Reply

  • Rekha Mandagere (1/11/2012 10:20:00 AM)

    These are the goals, the society expects from an individual to achieve at various stages of life.The society gives the certificate that he is a happy and contended man.But it is an eye-opener to think in the other side of a man, that is his soul contentment. it is introspective and soul seeking expression of oneself. (Report) Reply

  • Vicky Biorseth (1/11/2012 7:55:00 AM)

    Really nice! I enjoyed this poem very much. Especially the last four lines! (Report) Reply

  • Joey Valenzuela (1/11/2010 10:31:00 PM)

    i think this isn't a happy poem....it's a poem of a sad person wishing to be happy..
    because for me, he's thinking about death, , , and people who thinking bout death are people in sorrow.....my proof is myself....

    this poem is just an illusion of the author...he's just concealing the way he is...

    this is just a mere irony to what he really is.....
    because probably he cannot get what he want...the satisfaction of life that he'd been looking for....

    but well that's just my idea..... (Report) Reply

  • Herman Chiu (1/11/2010 6:56:00 PM)

    In Chinese we have a saying: peace is fortune.
    And the world gives us more to have! (Report) Reply

  • Faizan Barlas (1/11/2010 1:05:00 PM)

    The man in the poem is refering to us as 'Travellers' (of this world) , tells us that he lived a happy life, married his sons 'right' and had grandsons, and now that even he is dead he is still happy because he lived a happy life. (Report) Reply

  • Emma Adamyan Emma Adamyan (1/11/2010 12:37:00 PM)

    the poem is a touchy describing though. simple and clear (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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