Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLEMING HELPHENSTINE, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: At first I thought there was a superfine Last Line: He dodged, -- and I have never seen him since. Subject(s): Strangers | ||||||||
At first I thought there was a superfine Persuasion in his face; but the free glow That filled it when he stopped and cried, "Hollo!" Shone joyously, and so I let it shine. He said his name was Fleming Helphenstine, But be that as it may; -- I only know He talked of this and that and So-and-So, And laughed and chaffed like any friend of mine. But soon, with a queer, quick frown, helooked at me, And I looked hard at him; and there we gazed In a strained way that made us cringe and wince: Then, with a wordless clogged apology That sounded half confused and half amazed, He dodged, -- and I have never seen him since. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIALOGUE PARTLY PLATONIC by MADELINE DEFREES THE SANDWICH MAN by RON PADGETT THE MAN WITHOUT LEATHER BREECHES by JAMES TATE THE PATH-FLOWER by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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