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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON, by ROBERT PAUL TURBEVILLE
First Line: Edwin robinson is dead
Last Line: Are yours and mine to keep.
Subject(s): Robinson, Edwin Arlington (1869-1935)
First Line: Edwin robinson is dead
Last Line: Are yours and mine to keep.
Subject(s): Robinson, Edwin Arlington (1869-1935)
Edwin Robinson is dead.
How dark the plain and lonely room
Where he had lived, and dreamed, and read,
And flowers of thought burst into bloom!
"Why does the poet starve," one asks,
"That dreams might feed his heart --
And give his days to fruitless tasks --
His nights to worthless art?"
The poet sees through glasses stained;
His fingertips to life are kissed.
Far more's the wealth in dreams that's gained
Than all the gold that's missed.
Edwin Robinson is dead.
Now dreams will fill his sleep.
The dreams on which his heart was fed
Are yours and mine to keep.
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