Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

An Old Story - Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Strange that I did not know him then.
That friend of mine!
I did not even show him then
One friendly sign;

But cursed him for the ways he had
To make me see
My envy of the praise he had
For praising me.

I would have rid the earth of him
Once, in my pride...
I never knew the worth of him
Until he died.

Comments about An Old Story by Edwin Arlington Robinson

  • Paresh Chakra (11/29/2018 3:16:00 AM)

    I realized this poem thank for sharing this poem (Report) Reply

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  • Jez Brul (6/26/2018 8:34:00 PM)

    I never knew the worth of him
    Until he died.

    It is sad to know that the value of a person is sometimes appreciated when he is gone.
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  • Glen Kappy (6/26/2018 2:25:00 PM)

    This poem is lean and powerful to any of us who have struggled with envy. To value the one he, in retrospect, could call friend indicates growth. But of course it would been better if he would have appreciated him in life. It took me a while to embrace the biblical encouragement to consider others better than ourselves. Besides the fact that there always are people better than us, how we need others to see ourselves. -GK (Report) Reply

  • Sylvia Frances Chan (6/26/2018 2:15:00 PM)

    Regret usually comes after someone's death, as we can read here in this brevity of a poem. BUT E.A.R. can write lengthy, very lengthy poems, like AVON´s HARVEST, consists 8.898 words, you would not believe that. Just look that up here on PH. This Poem is correctly chosen as TCPOTD (The Classic Poem Of The Day) . I like his poems very much, his poem has a tint of ironic tune, but so subtile and smartly rendered. Love it! (Report) Reply

  • Enas Almzoghi (6/26/2018 8:09:00 AM)

    the sad in this poem is he didn`t knew the worth of him until he died. (Report) Reply

  • Adrian Flett (6/26/2018 4:42:00 AM)

    Such rhyme and rhythm in profound thoughts (Report) Reply

  • Mahtab Bangalee (6/26/2018 4:07:00 AM)

    They've gone
    and they're going
    and they'll go
    without complain; disdain
    and with merry

    Here I, the living soul, will understand it
    after his/her departure
    (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (6/26/2018 2:29:00 AM)

    Such a great write by Edwin Arlington Robinson👍👍👍 (Report) Reply

  • Lungelo S Mbuyazi (6/26/2018 2:27:00 AM)

    Wonderful...it's sad that many people realise someone's worth when they're death.. (Report) Reply

  • Mary Skarpathiotaki (6/26/2018 2:20:00 AM)

    good! ! ! ! ! 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Britte Ninad (6/26/2018 2:02:00 AM)

    I never knew the worth of him
    Until he died.

    everything of greatness discloses itself after retreating................

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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