Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

41. Doctor Of Billiards 1/3/2003
42. Bon Voyage 1/3/2003
43. Old Trails 1/3/2003
44. Many Are Called 1/3/2003
45. The Chorus Of Old Men In Aegus 1/3/2003
46. The Tavern 1/3/2003
47. Boston 1/3/2003
48. The Growth Of Lorraine 1/3/2003
49. Souvenir 1/3/2003
50. The False Gods 1/3/2003
51. For Ariva 1/3/2003
52. Vain Gratuities 1/3/2003
53. John Evereldown 1/3/2003
54. The Whip 1/3/2003
55. The Valley Of The Shadow 1/3/2003
56. The Wandering Jew 1/3/2003
57. The Pilot 1/3/2003
58. Clavering 1/3/2003
59. Modernities 1/3/2003
60. The Three Taverns 1/3/2003
61. The Town Down By The River 1/3/2003
62. London Bridge 1/3/2003
63. Flammonde 1/3/2003
64. Two Men 1/3/2003
65. Variations Of Greek Themes 1/3/2003
66. The Tree In Pamela's Garden 1/3/2003
67. The World 1/3/2003
68. Siege Perilous 1/3/2003
69. The Klondike 1/3/2003
70. Calverly's 1/3/2003
71. Two Sonnets 1/3/2003
72. Bokardo 1/3/2003
73. Uncle Ananias 1/3/2003
74. Late Summer 1/3/2003
75. The Master 1/3/2003
76. Two Gardens In Linndale 1/3/2003
77. The Wise Brothers 1/3/2003
78. The Garden 1/3/2003
79. Caput Mortuum 1/3/2003
80. John Brown 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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Villanelle Of Change

Since Persia fell at Marathon,
The yellow years have gathered fast:
Long centuries have come and gone.

And yet (they say) the place will don
A phantom fury of the past,
Since Persia fell at Marathon;

And as of old, when Helicon

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