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Born in December 22, 1869 / Died in April 6, 1935 / United States / English

Poems by Edwin Arlington Robinson

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Atherton's Gambit

... The master played this way and that, ...

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The Altar

... That thrilled the foremost of that martyred throng ...

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The Chorus of Old Men in Aegus

... undered years and a dirge for the years to be!Better his end had been as the end of a cloudless day, ...

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The Sage

... And on it, like a flame, these words were scrolled: ...

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Caput Mortuum

... For though I should have said that all was right, ...

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Rembrandt to Rembrandt

... Saskia said, Before she died, how they would swear at you, ...

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Three Quatrains

... The wines that flushed Lucullus are all spilled, ...

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The Pity of the Leaves

... Now and then They stopped, and stayed there—just to let him know ...

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Erasmus

... There were some of them did shake at what was told, ...

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Pasa Thalassa Thalassa

... Where shall I ask, and of whom, in the town or on land or on water, ...

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Souvenir

... And though a child, I knew it was the voice ...

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Stafford's Cabin

... And when you met, you found his eyes were always on your shoes, ...

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The Voice of Age

... Though none may know, by any chance, ...

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Llewellyn and the Tree

... And so, through frost and clicking leaves, ...

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Two Sonnets

... That we have squandered in sin’s frail distress, ...