Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

161. The Children Of The Night 1/3/2003
162. Ballad Of Broken Flutes 1/3/2003
163. Reuben Bright 1/3/2003
164. Eros Turannos 1/3/2003
165. Miniver Cheevy 1/3/2003
166. Ballad Of Dead Friends 1/3/2003
167. Afterthoughts 1/3/2003
168. An Old Story 1/3/2003
169. The House On The Hill 1/3/2003
170. Another Dark Lady 1/3/2003
171. Ballad By The Fire 1/3/2003
172. Amaryllis 1/3/2003
173. Mr. Flood's Party 1/3/2003
174. A Happy Man 1/3/2003
175. Richard Cory 12/31/2002

Comments about Edwin Arlington Robinson

  • 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.

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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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Tasker Norcross

“Whether all towns and all who live in them—
So long as they be somewhere in this world
That we in our complacency call ours—
Are more or less the same, I leave to you.
I should say less. Whether or not, meanwhile,
We’ve all two legs—and as for that, we haven’t—
There were three kinds of men where I was born:
The good, the not so good, and Tasker Norcross.
Now there are two kinds.”

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