#edwin arlington robinson

[apoemaday]

Richard Cory

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

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 without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.

#poetry #edwin arlington robinson #richard cory

[dabiconcordia]

Why He Was There

Much as he left it when he went from us Here was the room again where he had been So long that something oh him should be seen, Or felt-and so it was. Incredulous, I turned about, loath to be greeted thus, And there he was in his old chair, serene As ever, and as laconic as lean As when he lived, and as cadaverous.

Calm as he was of old when we were young, He sat there gazing at the pallid flame Before him. 'And how far will this go on?' I thought. He felt the failure of my tongue, And smiled: 'I was not here until you came; And I shall not be here when you are gone.' by Edwin Arlington Robinson

#edwin arlington robinson #man #passing away #old chair #blog.pand.co #via pinterest.com

[la-novellista]

Edwin Austin Abbey - King Lear

#Art #art painting #painting #edwin arlington robinson #Paint

[ravensandsongbirds]

E. A. Robinson: Merlin: A Poem (1917), Lancelot: A Poem (1920)

#arthuriana #arthurian legend #ea robinson #edwin arlington robinson #lancelot #merlin #poetry #words #ea robinson’s lancelot fucked me up so bad i have not recovered #emotionally i am laying in a pool of water

[lcrdbyron]

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,

Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;

He wept that he was ever born,

And he had reasons.

Miniver loved the days of old

When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;

The vision of a warrior bold

Would set him dancing.

Miniver sighed for what was not,

And dreamed, and rested from his labors;

He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,

And Priam’s neighbors.

Miniver mourned the ripe renown

That made so many a name so fragrant;

He mourned Romance, now on the town,

And Art, a vagrant.

Miniver loved the Medici,

Albeit he had never seen one;

He would have sinned incessantly

Could he have been one.

Miniver cursed the commonplace

And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;

He missed the mediæval grace

Of iron clothing.

Miniver scorned the gold he sought,

But sore annoyed was he without it;

Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,

And thought about it.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,

Scratched his head and kept on thinking;

Miniver coughed, and called it fate,

And kept on drinking.

— Miniver Cheevy by Edwin Arlington Robinson

#edwin arlington robinson #engulfed in the flames of these words;

[moonage-dancer]

(The Pity of the Leaves - Edwin Arlington Robinson)

Hear me out-

#finally started reading the selected poems and saw this heart wrenching poem #cant stop thinking abt leaves that are green #maybe paul got inspo off of it?? #i mean richard cory (the song) is directly from richard cory (the poem) #and its the same poet #a bit of a far reach tho #simon and garfunkel #paul simon #art garfunkel #edwin arlington robinson #poetry #Spotify

[lascitasdelashoras]

Poetas, escritores

#poetas #escritores #citas #jean toomer #william blake #richard hugo #edwin arlington robinson #james wright #muriel rukeyser

[poemoftheday]

Poem of the Day 9 February 2024

The House on the Hill BY EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON

They are all gone away, 

The House is shut and still, 

There is nothing more to say. 

Through broken walls and gray 

The winds blow bleak and shrill: 

They are all gone away. 

Nor is there one to-day 

To speak them good or ill: 

There is nothing more to say. 

Why is it then we stray 

Around the sunken sill? 

They are all gone away, 

And our poor fancy-play 

For them is wasted skill: 

There is nothing more to say. 

There is ruin and decay 

In the House on the Hill: 

They are all gone away, 

There is nothing more to say. 

#poetry #poem of the day #poem #edwin arlington robinson

[adreamslight-blog]

Credo 1 Edwin Arlington Robinson 1869 – 1935

I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere; And there is not a whisper in the air Of any living voice but one so far That I can hear it only as a bar Of lost, imperial music, played when fair And angel fingers wove, and unaware, Dead leaves to garlands where no roses are.

No, there is not a glimmer, nor a call, For one that welcomes, welcomes when he fears, The black and awful chaos of the night; For through it all--above, beyond it all-- I know the far sent message of the years, I feel the coming glory of the light. 1. Credo: I believe (Latin); a statement of belief

#edwin arlington robinson #credo #poem

[theshatterednotes]

Edwin Arlington Robinson

#Edwin Arlington Robinson #Arlington #Robinson #Arlington Robinson #USA #US #United States #American #America #Head Tide #Maine #NYC #NY #New York #New York City #poetry #playwright

[hhorror-vacuii]

#james norman hall #edwin arlington robinson #edwin arlington robinson my beloved

[tybaltsjuliet]

For me, well I have had enough of sitting; And I have heard enough and seen enough To blast a kingdom into kingdom come, Had I so fierce a mind--

“Modred, A Fragment,” Edwin Arlington Robinson

#arthuriana #edwin arlington robinson #mordred #okay it's time! my mind has switched from beltane rejoicing mode to in my feelings about mordred on may day mode! #;all the tales that you remember of camelot. #;as one who fed on poetry. #;edwin arlington robinson. #;jack kelly speaks of waterfalls. #;these words are all we have.

[dabiconcordia]

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 without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. By Edwin Arlington Robinson

#edwin arlington robinson #richard cory #famous poem #photographs of london #taken by robert frank in the early 1950s.com #pinterest.com

[gildedbearediting]

World Poetry Day

Another day, another thing to celebrate. March 21 is World Poetry Day, and with that in mind, I’d like to take a look at poets and poetry. While I could talk at length about William Shakespeare or William Butler Yates, I’d rather search through other voices. Voices like Matsuo Bashō, Edwin Arlington Robinson, Elizabeth Bishop, Sara Teasdale, and Gabriela Mistral. Matuso Bashō was one of the…

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#American Poet #Basho #Bashō #Blog #Books #Buddhism #Canadian #Chile Poet #Dennis Lee #Edwin Arlington Robinson #Elizabeth Bishop #Fiction #Free Form #Gabriela Mistral #Haibun #Haiku #Haikus #Japanese Poet #Literary #Literary Blog #Literary Day #Literary Days #Literature #Matsuo #Matsuo Bashō #Matsuo Kinsaki #Pen Names #Poems #Poetry #Poetry Day

[quotes-by-dilanka]

The world is not a prison house, but a kind of spiritual kindergarten, where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell God with the wrong blocks.

—Edwin Arlington Robinson, Poet

#edwin arlington robinson #poet #spirituality #god #society #humanity

[insilverrolled]

Richard Cory

By Edwin Arlington Robinson [x]

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 without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.

#edwin arlington robinson #suicide #wealth #inequality