Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Boston

Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

My northern pines are good enough for me,
But there’s a town my memory uprears—
A town that always like a friend appears,
And always in the sunrise by the sea.
And over it, somehow, there seems to be
A downward flash of something new and fierce,
That ever strives to clear, but never clears
The dimness of a charmed antiquity.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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