Edwin Arlington Robinson

frame|Your Dollar is your only Word,The wrath of it your only fear... Edwin Arlington Robinson (December 22, 1869 – April 6, 1935) was an American poet. He was awarded three Pulitzer Prizes for his work. Quotes No matter what we are, and what we sing,Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel Closing couplet- Quatrain 111 Children of the Night 1897 edition kindle ebook ASIN B004UJKLY2 Oh for a poet - for a beacon bright Opening line of Sonnet Children of the Night 1897 edition kindle ebook ASIN B004UJKLY2 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 everythingTo make us wish that we were in his place.So on we worked, and waited for the light,And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,Went home and put a bullet through his head. Children of the Night (1910). I shall have more to say when I am dead. The Three Taverns (1920), "John Brown". Your Dollar is your only Word,The wrath of it your only fear.You build it altars tall enoughTo make you see, but your are blind;You cannot leave it long enoughTo look before you or behind. Cassandra (1950). A thousand golden sheaves were lying there,Shining and still, but not for long to stay—As if a thousand girls with golden hairMight rise from where they slept and go away. The Sheaves (1950). Are we no greater than the noise we makeAlong one blind atomic pilgrimageWhereon by crass chance billeted we goBecause our brains and bones and cartilageWill have it so? The Man against the Sky (1950). Captain Craig (1902) In Captain Craig and Other Poems (1902). He was himself and he had lost the speedHe started with, and he was left behind. You have madeThe cement of your churches out of tearsAnd ashes, and the fabric will not stand. The gods are growing old;The stars are singing Golden hair to grayGreen leaf to yellow leaf,—or chlorophylTo xanthophyl, to be more scientific. We are youngAnd we are friends of time. Quotes about Edwin Arlington Robinson Another poem that I loved first as music, later pondered for what it could tell me about women and men and marriage, was Edwin Arlington Robinson's "Eros Turannos": Adrienne Rich Arts of the Possible (2001) External links E. A. Robsinson.com Robinson Bokardo.com Edwin Arlington Robinson Category:Poets from the United States Category:1869 births Category:1935 deaths Category:Pulitzer Prize winners Category:People from Maine Category:Playwrights from the United States Category:Harvard University alumni