Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BOSTON, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON



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First Line: My northern pines are good enough for me
Last Line: In letters by warm hands I cannot reach.
Subject(s): Boston


My northern pines are good enough for me,
But there's a town my memory uprears --
A town that always like a friend appears,
And always in the sunrise by the sea.
And over it, somehow, there seems to be
A downward flash of something new and fierce,
That ever strives to clear, but never clears
The dimness of a charmed antiquity.

I know my Boston is a counterfeit, --
A frameless imitation, all bereft
Of living nearness, noise, and common speech;
But I am glad for every glimpse of it, --
And there it is, plain as a name that's left
In letters by warm hands I cannot reach.







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