Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

1. Haunted House 4/19/2016
2. Why He Was There 11/26/2014
3. Horace To Leuconoë 1/3/2003
4. Momus 1/3/2003
5. The Return Of Morgan And Fingal 1/3/2003
6. Erasmus 1/3/2003
7. Fragment 1/3/2003
8. Job The Rejected 1/3/2003
9. Tasker Norcross 1/3/2003
10. The Old King's New Jester 1/3/2003
11. Demos 1/3/2003
12. Lazarus 1/3/2003
13. Nimmo 1/3/2003
14. Inferential 1/3/2003
15. Leffingwell 1/3/2003
16. Llewellyn And The Tree 1/3/2003
17. The Revealer 1/3/2003
18. Isaac And Archibald 1/3/2003
19. Rahel To Varnhagen 1/3/2003
20. Lisette And Eileen 1/3/2003
21. The Sunken Crown 1/3/2003
22. L'Envoy 1/3/2003
23. The New Tenants 1/3/2003
24. Lost Anchors 1/3/2003
25. The Whip 1/3/2003
26. Lingard And The Stars 1/3/2003
27. Recalled 1/3/2003
28. For Some Poems By Matthew Arnold 1/3/2003
29. The Chorus Of Old Men In Aegus 1/3/2003
30. The Klondike 1/3/2003
31. Theophilus 1/3/2003
32. The Book Of Annandale 1/3/2003
33. The Field Of Glory 1/3/2003
34. Discovery 1/3/2003
35. The Pilot 1/3/2003
36. The Corridor 1/3/2003
37. The Altar 1/3/2003
38. But For The Grace Of God 1/3/2003
39. The Gift Of God 1/3/2003
40. Clavering 1/3/2003

Comments about Edwin Arlington Robinson

  • richard borda (7/23/2018 12:35:00 PM)

    Silence

    If silence is to avoid the restless crowd
    but go todepths where mystery abounds
    then return with kerygma loud
    tis not silence but heavenly sounds

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  • Christopher Gozdava (1/11/2012 1:20:00 PM)

    The poem A Happy Man is an example for me of poorly sounding, but a metrically correct poem. One more proof that it is not a form but a final pleasing outcome that makes any art valuable.

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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