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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ALTAR, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Alone, remote, nor witting where I went Last Line: That burns, and must burn somehow for the best. Subject(s): Religion; Theology | |||
Alone, remote, nor witting where I went, I found an altar builded in a dream -- A fiery place, whereof there was a gleam So swift, so searching, and so eloquent Of upward promise, that love's murmur, blent With sorrow's warning, gave but a supreme Unending impulse to that human stream Whose flood was all for the flame's fury bent. Alas! I said, -- the world is in the wrong. But the same quenchless fever of unrest That thrilled the foremost of that martyred throng Thrilled me, and I awoke . . . and was the same Bewildered insect plunging for the flame That burns, and must burn somehow for the best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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