Amaryllis Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson


Rating: 2.9

Once, when I wandered in the woods alone,
An old man tottered up to me and said,
“Come, friend, and see the grave that I have made
For Amaryllis.” There was in the tone
Of his complaint such quaver and such moan
That I took pity on him and obeyed,
And long stood looking where his hands had laid
An ancient woman, shrunk to skin and bone.

Far out beyond the forest I could hear
The calling of loud progress, and the bold
Incessant scream of commerce ringing clear;
But though the trumpets of the world were glad,
It made me lonely and it made me sad
To think that Amaryllis had grown old.

Brian Purdy 11 January 2012

A brilliantly-turned and affecting sonnet by a master craftsman poet. Last line brings inexorably to mind and heart my own remembrances of loved ones grown old and sere, stripped of all they were save what those who loved them remember.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 17 November 2017

Such a brilliant write. Touching expression.

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Edward Kofi Louis 17 November 2017

Beyond the forest! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 17 November 2017

A master poet with words of wisdom!

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Francie Lynch 17 November 2017

grown old. Man, she's dead! A cute little poem, but weak.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 17 November 2017

To my opinion rather concised, but true touching and with a melancholic tone. Congratulations to the family of this classic poet. He is the late Edwin Arlington Robinson. Such a glee I got to read this poem, Poetry is mankind's most loyal friend and most precious treasure, I reckon. Thank you immensely for sharing. With the best regards, Sylvia Frances Chan (BTW I am a Dutch Poetess)

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Bernard F. Asuncion 17 November 2017

Such a great poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson....

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