Edwin Arlington Robinson
Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems
|161.||Ballad Of Broken Flutes||1/3/2003|
|165.||Ballad Of Dead Friends||1/3/2003|
|167.||Another Dark Lady||1/3/2003|
|169.||The House On The Hill||1/3/2003|
|170.||Ballad By The Fire||1/3/2003|
|172.||Mr. Flood's Party||1/3/2003|
|173.||An Old Story||1/3/2003|
|174.||A Happy Man||1/3/2003|
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A Happy Man
When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.
Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind;
Near to them and to my wife,
I was happy all my life.
My three sons I married right,
And their sons I rocked at night;
Death nor sorrow never brought
Cause for one unhappy thought.
Now, and with no need of tears,
Here they leave me, full of years,--
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest.
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