Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

81. Captain Craig 1/3/2003
82. Merlin 1/3/2003
83. On The Way 1/3/2003
84. The Town Down By The River 1/3/2003
85. The False Gods 1/3/2003
86. Octaves 1/3/2003
87. Villanelle Of Change 1/3/2003
88. Tact 1/3/2003
89. The Long Race 1/3/2003
90. The Poor Relation 1/3/2003
91. The Wilderness 1/3/2003
92. Old King Cole 1/3/2003
93. Credo 1/3/2003
94. Cassandra 1/3/2003
95. John Gorham 1/3/2003
96. Souvenir 1/3/2003
97. Two Quatrains 1/3/2003
98. The Master 1/3/2003
99. The Story Of The Ashes And The Flame 1/3/2003
100. Pasa Thalassa Thalassa 1/3/2003
101. The Sage 1/3/2003
102. Veteran Sirens 1/3/2003
103. Twilight Song 1/3/2003
104. Leonora 1/3/2003
105. Her Eyes 1/3/2003
106. Verlaine 1/3/2003
107. Exit 1/3/2003
108. The Garden 1/3/2003
109. Siege Perilous 1/3/2003
110. The Burning Book 1/3/2003
111. George Crabbe 1/3/2003
112. The Companion 1/3/2003
113. Thomas Hood 1/3/2003
114. The Rat 1/3/2003
115. Sonnet 1/3/2003
116. Partnership 1/3/2003
117. The Dark House 1/3/2003
118. The Dead Village 1/3/2003
119. Rembrandt To Rembrandt 1/3/2003
120. The Flying Dutchman 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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