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Stephen_Groner: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. Edwin Arlington Robinson

_theasophia_: “Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.” – Edwin Arlington Robinson KYJI HERE TWOstay

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LessonsWise: Life is the game that must be played. -Edwin Arlington Robinson Via Wise Life Lesson

DenisWandawa: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. — Edwin Arlington Robinson

Stephen_Groner: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. Edwin Arlington Robinson

JTSkatKat: A lot of y’all have never read Edwin Arlington Robinson’s poem, Richard Cory, and it shows.

GailHeriot: Richard Cory. By Edwin Arlington Robinson 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

sophiatseliem: RICHARD CORY:  I thought of Edwin Arlington Robinson’s poem (and Simon and Garfunkel’s song based o…

hvom2022: Flammonde BY EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON We've each a darkening hill to climb; And this is why, from time to time In Tilbury Town, we look beyond Horizons for the man Flammonde.

Stephen_Groner: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. Edwin Arlington Robinson

dainpasco: Forty-six (!) pages of Edwin Arlington Robinson in this hotel's battered copy of the "Oxford Book of American Verse" (1950). A talent obliterated by time.

WiseLifeQuotes2: Life is the game that must be played. -Edwin Arlington Robinson Via Wise Life Lesson

ADifferenceMakr: A Time to Think Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.—Poet Edwin Arlington Robinson A Time to Act Perform the little acts that give form and continuity to love.

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Priyankit000999: 66. “Life is the game that must be played.” ~ Edwin Arlington Robinson Moksha ARISING WINNER PRIYANKA

LessonsWise: Life is the game that must be played. -Edwin Arlington Robinson Via Wise Life Lesson

Stephen_Groner: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. Edwin Arlington Robinson

FinderGrailII: CHESTER BENNINGTON 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.

SkyLark95678801: “Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again." Edwin Arlington Robinson Maurice Hagemans - Sunset Over the Pond with Storks, 1917.

EstelaMandela: “Love must have wings to fly away from love, and to fly back again" Edwin Arlington Robinson One of my shots for a sketch of a painting ☺

_amritasharma_: 4 of 5 stars to Miniver Cheevy by Edwin Arlington Robinson

VisibleGoldRN: “Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again." Edwin Arlington Robinson Maurice Hagemans - Sunset Over the Pond with Storks, 1917.

LeeKennemore: I hereby post the last stanza of THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by Edwin Arlington Robinson Let us, the Children of the Night, Put off the cloak that hides the scar! Let us be Children of the light, And tell the ages what we are! ✨

Stephen_Groner: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. Edwin Arlington Robinson

Always9Always: Life is a game that must be played. – Edwin Arlington Robinson NATION LOVES SUMBUL

moira_szennyai: EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON : RICHARD CORY

TheWorthyHouse: The people, they are not that interested in my thoughts on Edwin Arlington Robinson. But read this little gem. It will make you a little kinder to those you meet.

TheWorthyHouse: Throw-Back Thursday: The life of man who was once America's most famous poet, and of his work. "Edwin Arlington Robinson," by the late Scott Donaldson.

ortizleadership: "To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven." - Poet, Edwin Arlington Robinson

LessonsWise: Life is the game that must be played. -Edwin Arlington Robinson Via Wise Life Lesson

RealEricD: From "Cassandra" by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Desi_HillBilly: 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. - Edwin Arlington Robinson

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ontheNthday: On the 2,144,876th day, God created Edwin Arlington Robinson.

PoetryOutLoud: Miniver scorned the gold he sought, / But sore annoyed was he without it; / Miniver thought, and thought, and thought, / And thought about it. Happy birthday Edwin Arlington Robinson

LibraryAmerica: Three-time winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and four-time nominee for the Nobel Prize in Literature, Edwin Arlington Robinson was born today in 1869. You can read the chilling “Richard Cory,” perhaps his best known work, here:

Stephen_Groner: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. Edwin Arlington Robinson

LivesPoetry: On this day 22nd December 2022 Edwin Arlington Robinson undervalues his talent

KLNenstiel: December 22nd, 1869, is the birthday of American poet Edwin Arlington Robinson (Richard Cory), who once wrote: “The world is not a prison house, but a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of of bewildered infants are trying to spell God with the wrong blocks.”

HanchytheBanchy: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. ~ Edwin Arlington Robinson

madridexists: Look at the poem, "Richard Cory" by Edwin Arlington Robinson.

srobbinsa: “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

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isidro_li: Though the sick beast infect us, we are fraught Forever with indissoluble Truth, Wherein redress reveals itself divine, Transitional, transcendent. — Edwin Arlington Robinson

DrBricker1968: 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. 1/ of 4

RockChristopher: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. – Edwin Arlington Robinson

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smaaketer: “Two kinds of gratitude: the sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.” Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), Poet

DrsMoschetta: “Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.” —Edwin Arlington Robinson

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Stephen_Groner: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. Edwin Arlington Robinson

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princessekateri: “Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.” ~ Edwin Arlington Robinson Embrace, H.Matisse (1944)

MelanieJaxn: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. ~Edwin Arlington Robinson

AvionAJ: "The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell 'God' with the wrong blocks." - Edwin Arlington Robinson

HarassNoMore: “Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.” ~ Edwin Arlington Robinson

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always0nny: Up from the street and the crowds that went, Morning and midnight, to and fro, Still was the room where his days he spent, And the stars were bleak, and the nights were slow. Edwin Arlington Robinson

always0nny: Year after year, with his dream shut fast, He suffered and strove till his eyes were dim, For the love that his brushes had earned at last, — And the whole world rang with the praise of him. Edwin Arlington Robinson

always0nny: But he cloaked his triumph, and searched, instead, Till his cheeks were sere and his hairs were gray. “There are women enough, God knows,” he said. . . . “There are stars enough — when the sun’s away.” Edwin Arlington Robinson

always0nny: Then he went back to the same still room That had held his dream in the long ago, When he buried his days in a nameless tomb, And the stars were bleak, and the nights were slow. Edwin Arlington Robinson

always0nny: And a passionate humor seized him there — Seized him and held him until there grew Like life on his canvas, glowing and fair, A perilous face — and an angel’s, too. Edwin Arlington Robinson

always0nny: Angel and maiden, and all in one, — All but the eyes. — They were there, but yet They seemed somehow like a soul half done. What was the matter? Did God forget? . . . Edwin Arlington Robinson

always0nny: But he wrought them at last with a skill so sure That her eyes were the eyes of a deathless woman, — With a gleam of heaven to make them pure, And a glimmer of hell to make them human. Edwin Arlington Robinson

always0nny: God never forgets. — And he worships her There in that same still room of his, For his wife, and his constant arbiter Of the world that was and the world that is. Edwin Arlington Robinson

always0nny: And he wonders yet what her love could be To punish him after that strife so grim; But the longer he lives with her eyes to see, The plainer it all comes back to him. Her Eyes by Edwin Arlington Robinson

peterdamianent1: Richard Cory 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...

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StJohnSask: "Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give." ~ Edwin Arlington Robinson

Kulambq: The final quatrain incarnates Kafka's axe for the frozen sea within us. Great literature can affect us like a disaster. This poem certainly has that kind of strength. ~ Edwin Arlington Robinson, 'Richard Cory'

Kulambq: Edwin Arlington Robinson wrote the poem 'Pasa Thalassa Thalassa' about Captain Jordan, a father of his childhood friends Gus and Alice. Robinson was fascinated by the sea-faring stories the Captain brought home. Alas, he did not return from one of his voyages and was lost at sea.

themoneyghost: The poets I first read & loved were Edwin Arlington Robinson & Amy Lowell, who share a sense of meloncholy but practiced different approaches: Robinson with bumpy inevitable twisted sounds & Lowell with imagism & natural speech. Their writing still influences me...

Kulambq: Edwin Arlington Robinson, the great yet now rarely read American poet, hated his name and in 1926 wrote of it: 'I have always hated my name with a hatred that is positively pathological.' It sounded to him akin to 'a tin bathtub bumping down an uncarpeted flight of stairs.'

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ArchieG1946: —Edwin Arlington Robinson, “The Dark Hills”

CalicoHerb: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. Edwin Arlington Robinson

BekahCA: 1928: Edwin Arlington Robinson a third time(!) Tact - Observant of the way she told So much of what was true, No vanity could long withhold Regard that was her due: She spared him the familiar guile, So easily achieved, That only made a man to smile And left him undeceived

BekahCA: 1925: Edwin Arlington Robinson wins again. Spoiler alert: He will win a 3rd time.

Stephen_Groner: Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. Edwin Arlington Robinson

PersonalDevel_: Life is the game that must be played. -Edwin Arlington Robinson Via Wise Life Lesson

KhadeejaZainab: “Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.” —Edwin Arlington Robinson

elvendruidess: "If I come not, The lady Vivian will remember me, And say: 'I knew him when his heart was young, Though I have lost him now. Time called him home, And that was as it was; for much is lost Between Broceliande and Camelot.'" Edwin Arlington Robinson

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MacDowell1907: "One summer of it in one of the isolated studios, with an open wood fire, would undo you for life." – Edwin Arlington Robinson (MF 24x 11-34)

LouvePlaise: "And, with a fool's importunate dismay, I heard the dead men singing in the sun. From all the common gloom removed afar: A flat, sad land it is, where shadows are,.." — Edwin Arlington Robinson

isidorenwosu: TWO GRATITUDES! The late Edwin Arlington Robinson once wrote of gratitude: “ There are two kinds of gratitude: the sudden kind we feel for what we take, the larger we feel for what we give”

Egoyibo_: "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. [...]" Richard Cory By EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON

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PersonalDevel_: Life is the game that must be played. -Edwin Arlington Robinson Via Wise Life Lesson

LouvePlaise: "The master-songs are ended? Rather say No songs are ended that are ever sung, And that no names are dead names. When we write Men's letters on proud marble or on sand, We write them there forever." — Edwin Arlington Robinson, Walt Whitman

LouvePlaise: "I never knew the worth of him Until he died." — Edwin Arlington Robinson, An Old Story

LouvePlaise: "Be sure, they met me with an ancient air, And yes, there was a shop-worn brotherhood About them; but the men were just as good, And just as human as they ever were." — Edwin Arlington Robinson, The Clerks

LouvePlaise: "I did not think that I should find them there When I came back again; but there they stood, As in the days they dreamed of when young blood Was in their cheeks and women called them fair." — Edwin Arlington Robinson, The Clerks



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