Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Two Quatrains - Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

I

As eons of incalculable strife
Are in the vision of one moment caught,
So are the common, concrete things of life
Divinely shadowed on the walls of Thought.


II

We shriek to live, but no man ever lives
Till he has rid the ghost of human breath;
We dream to die, but no man ever dies
Till he has quit the road that runs to death.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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