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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

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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

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

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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

LouvePlaise: "The master-songs are ended, and the man That sang them is a name. [...] But we, who are too blind To read what we have written, or what faith Has written for us, do not understand: We only blink, and wonder." — Edwin Arlington Robinson, Walt Whitman

Aqueelah_B: “Friends borrow your books and sit wet glasses on them. —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

LouvePlaise: "And oftentimes there crept into his ears A sound of alien pity, touched with tears,— And then (and only then) did Aaron laugh." — Edwin Arlington Robinson, Aaron Stark

LouvePlaise: "Songs without souls, that flicker for a day, To vanish in irrevocable night." — Edwin Arlington Robinson, Sonnet

LouvePlaise: "And, with a fool's importunate dismay, I heard the dead men singing in the sun." — Edwin Arlington Robinson

LouvePlaise: "A-nd there is not a whisper in the air O-f any living voice but one so far T-hat I can hear it only as a bar O-f lost, imperial music, played when fair A-nd angel fingers wove, and unaware, D-ead leaves to garlands where no roses are." — Edwin Arlington Robinson

LouvePlaise: "I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere; [...]No, there is not a glimmer, nor a call, For one that welcomes, welcomes when he fears," — Edwin Arlington Robinson

LouvePlaise: "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!" — Edwin Arlington Robinson, Credo

LouvePlaise: She feels, with all our furniture, Room yet for something more secure[..] But when we have explained that grace Dwells now in doing for the race, She nods—as if she were relieved; Almost as if she were deceived. —Edwin Arlington Robinson, The Voice of Age

LouvePlaise: "She has opinions of our ways, And if we're not all mad, she says,— If our ways are not wholly worse Than others, for not being hers,— There might somehow be found a few Less insane things for us to do,.." — Edwin Arlington Robinson, The Voice of Age

LouvePlaise: "That's Nature, the kind mother of us all. And then your slattern housemaid swings her broom, And where's your spider? And that's Nature, also. It's Nature, and it's Nothing. It's all Nothing. It's all a world where bugs and emperors,." — Edwin Arlington Robinson

LouvePlaise: "There may be nothing kinder for him here Than shafts and agonies; And under these [...] He may go forward like a stoic Roman Where pangs and terrors in his pathway lie,— Or, seizing the swift logic of a woman, Curse God and die."— Edwin Arlington Robinson

LouvePlaise: "That would have still in sight A manifest end of ashes & eternal night? Is this the music of the toys we shake So loud,—as if there might be no mistake Somewhere in our indomitable will Are we no greater than the noise we make?" — Edwin Arlington Robinson

LouvePlaise: Where was he going, this man against the sky? You know not, nor do I. But this we know, if we know anything: That we may laugh and fight and sing And of our transience here make offering To an orient Word that will not be erased, —Edwin Arlington Robinson

LouvePlaise: "Depleted & rewarded variously Because a few, by fate's economy, Shall seem to move the world the way it goes; No soft evangel of equality, Safe cradled in a communal repose That huddles into death & may at last Be covered well with equatorial snows" — Edwin Arlington Robinson

DailyKosTrends: The Sheaves by Edwin Arlington Robinson Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled, Green wheat was yielding to the change assigned; And as by some vast magic undivined The world was turning slowly into gold. Like nothing that was ever bought or s…

LouvePlaise: "I walked among them and I knew them well: Men I had slandered on life's little star For churls and sluggards; and I knew the scar Upon their brows of woe ineffable. But as I went majestic on my way, Into the dark they vanished, one by one," — Edwin Arlington Robinson, Supremacy

LouvePlaise: "He may have been a player without a part, Annoyed that even the sun should have the skies For such a flaming way to advertise; He may have been a painter sick at heart With Nature's toiling for a new surprise;" — Edwin Arlington Robinson

LouvePlaise: "A flame where nothing seems To burn but flame itself, by nothing fed; And while it all went out, Not even the faint anodyne of doubt May then have eased a painful going down From pictured heights of power and lost renown," —Edwin Arlington Robinson, The Man Against The Sky

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Lanre_Lawal: “Richard Cory” is one of, if not my favorite poem of all times since I first came across the masterpiece about 15 years ago. You can Google the original “Richard Cory” poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson.

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

LeeKennemore: - The Lord is my Protector - 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! The last stanza of THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by Edwin Arlington Robinson

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djcontraption: The world was turning slowly into gold. Like nothing that was ever bought or sold It waited there, the body and the mind; And with a mighty meaning of a kind That tells the more the more it is not told . . . fr—The Sheaves Edwin Arlington Robinson

ChezDolan: Now is the time of year that the countryside begins to turn almost solidly into gold...'Check out The Sheaves by Edwin Arlington Robinson...Evocative of sitting in a field of gold on a still summer's day and the weaving whisperings of wheat...

HarthouseJames: "The Sheaves" by Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935) The poem is one of several Petrarchan sonnets (a form frequently employed by Robinson) included in his 1925 book Dionysus in Doubt.

Tozzola: So in a land where all days are not fair, Fair days went on till on another day A thousand golden sheaves were lying there, Shining and still, but not for long to stay— As if a thousand girls with golden hair Might rise from where they slept and go away. Edwin Arlington Robinson

HartfeltJournal: "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

selfiegoddesss: Wanna know my favorite poem? Well. It’s top 4. Richard Cory by 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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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.

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

DudeHarefield: Hello Malcolm. Have you heard of Edwin Arlington Robinson? I imagine the answer is Yes but, in case you haven't, I do commend him to your attention.

wojtysiak22: “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.

fraveris: “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.

spacecitymarc: They're gonna ban Edwin Arlington Robinson's "Richard Cory" from schools before they ban guns.

LightfingersW: 5. Edwin Arlington Robinson Poetry is the language that tells us what cannot be said

RoughlyDaily: “I shall have more to say when I am dead” - Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

PersonalDevel_: 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

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LAReviewofBooks: “More than any other writer of his generation, Robinson was our poet of American dissolution, decadence, and decay.” Brian Brodeur reads the narratives of Edwin Arlington Robinson.

LAReviewofBooks: “Modern in everything but his lack of confessionalism and his meters, Robinson prefigures the narrative techniques of modern prose writers.” Brian Brodeur reassesses the masterful brief narratives of Edwin Arlington Robinson.

etunner: 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 ruin and decay Edwin Arlington Robinson

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rod_bahadosingh: 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

AKiguzi: 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

thebluesatnight: There are 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

TheBaldVegan: cursed the bread; & Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home & put a bullet through his head -Edwin Arlington Robinson

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

thegardenofhope: Love must have wings to fly away from love, and to fly back again. Edwin Arlington Robinson

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