Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

41. Erasmus 1/3/2003
42. Eros Turannos 1/3/2003
43. Exit 1/3/2003
44. Firelight 1/3/2003
45. Flammonde 1/3/2003
46. Fleming Helphenstine 1/3/2003
47. For A Dead Lady 1/3/2003
48. For Ariva 1/3/2003
49. For Some Poems By Matthew Arnold 1/3/2003
50. Fragment 1/3/2003
51. George Crabbe 1/3/2003
52. Haunted House 4/19/2016
53. Her Eyes 1/3/2003
54. Hillcrest 1/3/2003
55. Horace To Leuconoë 1/3/2003
56. How Annandale Went Out 1/3/2003
57. Inferential 1/3/2003
58. Isaac And Archibald 1/3/2003
59. Job The Rejected 1/3/2003
60. John Brown 1/3/2003
61. John Evereldown 1/3/2003
62. John Gorham 1/3/2003
63. Lancelot 1/3/2003
64. Late Summer 1/3/2003
65. Lazarus 1/3/2003
66. Leffingwell 1/3/2003
67. L'Envoy 1/3/2003
68. Leonora 1/3/2003
69. Lingard And The Stars 1/3/2003
70. Lisette And Eileen 1/3/2003
71. Llewellyn And The Tree 1/3/2003
72. London Bridge 1/3/2003
73. Lost Anchors 1/3/2003
74. Luke Havergal 1/3/2003
75. Many Are Called 1/3/2003
76. Merlin 1/3/2003
77. Miniver Cheevy 1/3/2003
78. Modernities 1/3/2003
79. Momus 1/3/2003
80. Monadnock Through The Trees 1/3/2003
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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