Edwin Arlington Robinson

Poems (10)

• Ballade of Dead Friends

  As we the withered ferns / By the roadway lying, …

• Cassandra

  I heard one who said: “Verily, / What word have I for children here? …

• John Gorham

  Tell me what you’re doing over here, John Gorham— / Sighing hard and seeming to be sorry when you’re not. …

• Luke Havergal

  Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,— / There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,— …

• Richard Cory

  Whenever richard Cory went down town, / We people on the pavement looked at him: …

• The Clerks

  I Did not think that I should find them there / When I came back again; but there they stood, …

• The Growth of Lorraine

  I / while i stood listening, discreetly dumb, …

• The House on the Hill

  They are all gone away, / The House is shut and still, …

• The Master

  A flying word from here and there / Had sown the name at which we sneered, …

• The Pity of the Leaves

  Vengeful across the cold November moors, / Loud with ancestral shame there came the bleak, …