Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

1. Why He Was There 11/26/2014
2. Horace To Leuconoë 1/3/2003
3. Momus 1/3/2003
4. The Return Of Morgan And Fingal 1/3/2003
5. Erasmus 1/3/2003
6. The Klondike 1/3/2003
7. Job The Rejected 1/3/2003
8. Fragment 1/3/2003
9. Tasker Norcross 1/3/2003
10. The Old King's New Jester 1/3/2003
11. Lazarus 1/3/2003
12. Demos 1/3/2003
13. Nimmo 1/3/2003
14. Inferential 1/3/2003
15. Leffingwell 1/3/2003
16. Lingard And The Stars 1/3/2003
17. Llewellyn And The Tree 1/3/2003
18. The Revealer 1/3/2003
19. Isaac And Archibald 1/3/2003
20. Lisette And Eileen 1/3/2003
21. Rahel To Varnhagen 1/3/2003
22. Theophilus 1/3/2003
23. The Sunken Crown 1/3/2003
24. L'Envoy 1/3/2003
25. The New Tenants 1/3/2003
26. Lost Anchors 1/3/2003
27. The Altar 1/3/2003
28. Recalled 1/3/2003
29. For Some Poems By Matthew Arnold 1/3/2003
30. The Chorus Of Old Men In Aegus 1/3/2003
31. Clavering 1/3/2003
32. Two Octaves 1/3/2003
33. The Book Of Annandale 1/3/2003
34. The Tree In Pamela's Garden 1/3/2003
35. Discovery 1/3/2003
36. The White Lights 1/3/2003
37. The Corridor 1/3/2003
38. The Whip 1/3/2003
39. But For The Grace Of God 1/3/2003
40. The Master 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Edwin Arlington Robinson

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went ...

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Tasker Norcross

“Whether all towns and all who live in them—
So long as they be somewhere in this world
That we in our complacency call ours—
Are more or less the same, I leave to you.
I should say less. Whether or not, meanwhile,
We’ve all two legs—and as for that, we haven’t—
There were three kinds of men where I was born:
The good, the not so good, and Tasker Norcross.
Now there are two kinds.”

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