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. Tasker Norcross 1/3/2003
4. Momus 1/3/2003
5. The Return Of Morgan And Fingal 1/3/2003
6. Erasmus 1/3/2003
7. The Klondike 1/3/2003
8. Job The Rejected 1/3/2003
9. Fragment 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. Isaac And Archibald 1/3/2003
19. Lisette And Eileen 1/3/2003
20. Rahel To Varnhagen 1/3/2003
21. Theophilus 1/3/2003
22. The Sunken Crown 1/3/2003
23. L'Envoy 1/3/2003
24. Discovery 1/3/2003
25. The New Tenants 1/3/2003
26. Lost Anchors 1/3/2003
27. The Whip 1/3/2003
28. The Altar 1/3/2003
29. Recalled 1/3/2003
30. For Some Poems By Matthew Arnold 1/3/2003
31. The Chorus Of Old Men In Aegus 1/3/2003
32. Clavering 1/3/2003
33. Two Octaves 1/3/2003
34. The Book Of Annandale 1/3/2003
35. The Field Of Glory 1/3/2003
36. The Revealer 1/3/2003
37. The Tree In Pamela's Garden 1/3/2003
38. The World 1/3/2003
39. The Pilot 1/3/2003
40. The White Lights 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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Villanelle Of Change

Since Persia fell at Marathon,
The yellow years have gathered fast:
Long centuries have come and gone.

And yet (they say) the place will don
A phantom fury of the past,
Since Persia fell at Marathon;

And as of old, when Helicon

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