Edwin Arlington Robinson
Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems
|81.||Two Gardens In Linndale||1/3/2003|
|85.||Monadnock Through The Trees||1/3/2003|
|90.||On The Way||1/3/2003|
|92.||Villanelle Of Change||1/3/2003|
|93.||The Flying Dutchman||1/3/2003|
|95.||The Poor Relation||1/3/2003|
|96.||The Burning Book||1/3/2003|
|98.||Old King Cole||1/3/2003|
|104.||The Story Of The Ashes And The Flame||1/3/2003|
|105.||Pasa Thalassa Thalassa||1/3/2003|
|106.||The Dark House||1/3/2003|
|118.||The Dead Village||1/3/2003|
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 ...
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