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

The ghost of Ninon would be sorry now
To laugh at them, were she to see them here,
So brave and so alert for learning how
To fence with reason for another year.

Age offers a far comelier diadem
Than theirs; but anguish has no eye for grace,
When time’s malicious mercy cautions them
To think a while of number and of space.

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