Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Another Dark Lady

Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Think not, because I wonder where you fled,
That I would lift a pin to see you there;
You may, for me, be prowling anywhere,
So long as you show not your little head:
No dark and evil story of the dead
Would leave you less pernicious or less fair—
Not even Lilith, with her famous hair;
And Lilith was the devil, I have read.

I cannot hate you, for I loved you then.
The woods were golden then. There was a road
Through beeches; and I said their smooth feet showed
Like yours. Truth must have heard me from afar,
For I shall never have to learn again
That yours are cloven as no beech’s are.

Comments about Another Dark Lady by Edwin Arlington Robinson

  • Joanna Amiteye (11/17/2017 1:34:00 PM)

    I cannot hate you for I loved you then. Surely it is difficult to hate the people you once loved.(Report)Reply

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  • Dawn FuzanDawn Fuzan (5/11/2014 8:23:00 AM)

    Nicely done ed(Report)Reply

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  • Brian Purdy (1/11/2012 10:41:00 PM)

    Another brilliant sonnet by Robinson. If ever you had a 'dark lady' - or known one who did - this should speak 'dark volumes' to you.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003