Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTAVES: 12, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: With conscious eyes not yet sincere enough Last Line: Like mine have any message for the dead. | ||||||||
With conscious eyes not yet sincere enough To pierce the glimmered cloud that fluctuates Between me and the glorifying light That screens itself with knowledge, I discern The searching rays of wisdom that reach through The mist of shame's infirm credulity, And infinitely wonder if hard words Like mine have any message for the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EVANGELIST'S WIFE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AN ISLAND (SAINT HELENA, 1821) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ANOTHER DARK LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CORTEGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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